Dark days of Texas- three chapters.


(Will finish this one tonight)

Dark days of Texas
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
A new story had begun.

Dark days of Texas

Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground so damn hot. Old man John had put his horse in the Austin horse stable. Too hot to ride and a good time to drink and wait. He looked at the mirror in the Last Chance saloon and he saw a very old man face. When he rode with Samuel Hamilton Walker 30 years ago. They called him handsome Johnnie. Now his face damaged by the sun and seven scars from Dirty deed Eric knife 10 years ago. All his friends just called him Old man John. He accepted the name without complain. They could have called him worst. He thought of the Wolf woman. He loved her so and he looked to the walls of the tavern and whispered. Thank you Wolf woman Sherry for saving my life and staying with me. She was mighty pissed off when the Texas Rangers begged him to come back for one more mission. Dirty deed Eric was roaming and killing again. Wild buck Jalan came to his homestead in the Rio Grande Valley. He was lucky Wolf woman didn’t carve off his balls off. Wild Buck Jalan was an old friend. We served together in the Civil war. He could fight like three men and he could kill with knife or gun with skill and speed. I saved his life plenty of times and he saved my life often. He was from Atlanta and he escaped in 1861 and joined my unit. He was about 140 pounds then and today. Fat and mean as a wild boar. Few black Texas rangers but I befriended him and few men would mess with Wild Buck Jalan. He treated racism with his blade across your forehead and a kick in the face.

He did miss Wolf woman. He remembered after Dirty deed Eric carved-up my face, sliced open his chest and broke his legs. Then left him in the desert to die and be food for the coyotes. He thought he was dying and he was dreaming. He saw a person dressed in a bear coat with the face covered. He didn’t know if man or woman? She came to him and behind her was a large wolf. She lowered herself and removed the cover from her face. She put her face close to him and she whispered. You dead or alive you damn coyote. He looked a her pretty face and blue eyes and he whispered. Ain’t dead yet pretty lady. Maybe you are the Devil or an Angel? Maybe I’m dead? She smiled and she whispered. Can’t kill men like you. Devil don’t want you and you are born in Texas. Texas men need a bullet in the head or they crawl like snakes into pit and be reborn. He liked her from the first moment he heard her speak and he told her. I’m glad to have seen a woman before I’m dead. Better than that Dirty deed Eric face, my last thoughts. She smiled again and she whispered. You ain’t dying and you are talking too much for a dying man. Dying men like you. Always talking pretty words and they are meaningless. She picked-up his 200 pound body and she carried him like a child. She put his body over the donkey and he passed-out. His last memory till reaching her cabin hidden in the hills.

When he awoke. He saw Wolf Woman Sherry cooking food in the kitchen and she was wearing only her underwear. The hot Texas days and night. Leave little need for clothing in the house. He liked what he saw. Longs legs and meaty woman. All of a sudden he felt an animal near. The wolf was eye to eye with him. Liked he read his thoughts. He looked at the wolf and the wolf looked at him. Sherry yelled. El Diablo, go to your bed. She came to him with food and fork and she told him. Don’t talk and please just eat. You are lucky I saved you. Your Texas Rangers killed my husband and I thought about feeding you to my wolf. My husband, an Apache. You killed him on your raids. I don’t like people and I don’t like you. He looked at her long auburn hair and pretty face. He wondered how a woman lived alone and separated from human life. She saw the questions in his eyes and she told him. If you shut-up. I will tell you my story. He shook his head in agreement.

She touched the bandages on his face and chest. She whispered. You lucky to be alive. You almost bleed-out. I had to burn your face and chest some. To stop the bleeding. You will be ugly, but you will be alive. Now be quiet and I will tell you a sad tale with a sad ending. I have my wolf now and no-one bothered me. They call me the Wolf woman. Native Americans and white people. I scare the hell out of them. Years ago I was a young nurse and I came out-west from Boston. I worked at one of your small settlements outside of Laredo. The soldiers came mainly. I treated their wounds and they were thankful. They were foolish times. Brother killing brother and the war found Texas. Gray killing blue for the sake of no common sense reasons. One day a few soldiers brought me a Apache. He was beaten and bleeding. The soldiers told me. Keep him alive till tomorrow. Going to hang the savage in the morning. He was handcuffs and silence. I treated his wounds and cleaned him up. He was wearing only a small cloth and he held silence. I fed him like I’m feeding you. He ate the food and after he was done. He told me. Thank you kind woman. I asked him. You speak English? He smiled and he told her. Yes, when I must. He was tall, strong and his eyes kind and gentle toward me. The soldiers looked at her like a piece of meat. Few woman were around. After I fed him. I went back to my work. I had two patients and I was tire. About 6 pm, two soldiers came in drinking and talking loud. I asked them. Do you need something? They came to me. Tossed me on a patience empty bed and stripped-off my clothing. I closed my eyes expected the worst and I opened my eyes. I saw the Apache put the fork I left near him into the back of the neck of one of the soldiers and the other soldier got a foot into the his face. He jumped on the soldier and he broke his neck. The Apache came to me and he handed me some clothing and he asked. You okay little one? I’m sorry I killed them in your hospital. I rose-up and I embraced him. I thanked him a thousand times. We left for the desert and we found his tribe. He told them I saved him from death and the other Apaches accepted me as their own. I became their medicine woman. Me and Winter Hawk got together one night and became one. Simple Apache way. After his death. The wolf he gave me. My only friend. All the Apaches are dead and gone. I became the Wolf woman and I like it.

Old man John was awoken from his daydreams and thoughts by Wild buck Jalan. They drank whiskey and they watched Loca Amber do her snake dance on the stage. They liked the Last Chance saloon. Few fights and available woman for Jalan. They discussed Dirty Deed Eric as the darkness took over the Texas sun. Old man John told him. Dirty deed Eric is near. He is so damn mean. He robbed his mother and killed her dog. He so lonely and hateful. His only friends are the desert snakes and the wild dogs. Wild Buck Jalan told him. He is the blackest, meanest and ugliness man in Texas. he killed his brother for the last cigarette. How we going to catch him? He hit and run like a rabbit in heat. Leaving only death and blood behind. Old man John touched his Walker’s revolvers and he watched Loca Amber kiss her snake and he told him. We will find him. Kill him once, then kill him twice to ensure he is really dead. He has no friends and he killed his mother’s dog.

Two-pistol Tammy came over and she smiled. She told them. Can’t kill dirty deed. He is the Devil son. We need to bury his ugly ass 20 feet deep in a un-marked grave. Pour some acid on him and before we bury him. We need to piss on his grave. Wild buck Jalan smiled and he agreed. He knew Two-pistol Tammy story. Dirty Deed Eric killed her sister and her lover. Raped them and hung them on the front porch of her house. She yearned for this day to repaid this debt. Double-shot Shirley came over and she told them. You can’t kill Dirty deed Eric without me. It takes the devil to kill another devil. He may be ugly, he maybe the meanest, blackest and coldest man in Texas. I going to cut-off his head and his balls. Hang them from my kitchen lamp. Shirley looked sad. Please Handsome John. He killed my husband and burn-down my farm. I need to make him die slowly and painful. Old man John smiled and he told Shirley and Tammy. I will be honored to ride with you ladies. Wolf woman will be glad to see you. She is here in Austin. She is burning sage and seeking information.

Dirty Deed Eric saw a Mexican family going South. Him and his gang attacked them. He murdered the husband first. The wife and child tried to run. Dominic the butcher and Sweet Cheryl Lee made a bet. Cheryl Lee told him. One shot each for a silver dollar bet. Dominic the butcher smiled and he told her. I will take the bet sweetie. She raised her rifle. Two shots and both mother and daughter laid dead. Dirty Deed found some bottles of tequila hidden in the bags on the donkey. Cheryl Lee and Dominic the butcher sat on the dead Mexican father body. Dirty deed Eric handed them a bottle and he raised his bottle to the sky and he thanks the Mexican in Hell once day for the good drink and the man bleed out into the desert sand.

Dark days of Texas-part two
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
A story.

Dark days of Texas-part two

Wolf woman Sherry didn’t like the Last Chance saloon. Just people in the saloon she hated. Mainly bounty hunters and murderers. She held a deep hate for them. She hated their fake smiles and their want to kill and drink only. She liked the China hotel. When her and John was in Austin. She would live in the hotel and she liked the hotel. The manager and owner Sammy was kind and polite. He ensured she had a clean room and a hot bath. The hotel was busy. The back-side of the hotel. An opium den for the men who needed the drug. The side of the hotel was a laundry. The hotel was above the food serving area. The Asia working asked no questions and they were kind and friendly. She would come to Austin with him because of the China Inn. A orderly establishment and very private.

She looked at the stand-up mirror. She was barely forty and her eyes held great sorrow. She lived a wild and hard life. She feared no-one and few would mess with her. She carry two Walkers six shooters and a visible knife. She wondered for a moment. How she became this face in the mirror? She stripped down slowly. The tempting smell of the lavender and jasmine make her wish to fall into the hot water quickly. She dropped the six-shooters to the floor. They were the first gift John gave her. She reached down to her boots and took them off slowly and they fell to the side of the large bathtub. She released the 22 holster from her right leg and the small pistol and belt fell to the ground. She took the knife wrapped-up  from her left leg and she tossed the knife to the bed. She turned at looked at mirror and she remembered the young Boston girl for a minute. She was going to save the world. She went to college and became a nurse. Now she was the Wolf woman. Maybe she was support to be here. This was her place. Her ending.

John allowed her to become human again. She released her jeans and she took off her shirt. She turned back to the mirror for a second in her bra and panties. She whispered quietly. You are still pretty and sexy. She laughed at her own words. She tossed off her bra, socks and panties. She slowly entered the tub allowing the warm water to make her feel okay. In the tub, she closed her eyes and rested.

Old man John was waiting. He had Wild Buck Jalan, two-gun Tammy, double shot Shirley and he knew he needed Berserker Kurt. Berserker Kurt was the key. He was a Civil war legend. He saved John life and the unit often. At Jonesville, we were outnumbered and ready to be over-ran. Kurt tasted blood for the first time. With his two large blades he killed 50 Southern soldiers. The Southern soldiers saw Kurt, soaked in blood and he was running toward them. The Southern Soldiers ran for the safeness of the hills. We went to him and he fell down. His clothing soaked in blood and the river he fell into. Flowing blood of the 50 dead soldiers. He served 20 years with John with the Texas Rangers. He saved his life at least 10 times.He quit two years ago and he told him. I won’t kill the Indians no-more. I’m so damn tire of killing. He walked away from Texas and he lived in the California mountains where he found peace and calm. But Dirty deed Eric killed his brother and his brother’s wife outside of new Dallas. He was raising his brother’s kids. He told John. I will come out of retirement for one man only. The battle will be my damnation and end. Murderer killing murderer. A destined place for you and me. John told him. We did what we had to do. The Civil war made madmen of the all of us. He would arrive tonight. John felt a gentle touch and he faced Kurt. They held long embrace. John told him. I missed you my brother. Kurt smiled and he told him in his quiet voice. Good to see you Handsome Johnnie. I’m here for our last dance and I hope we find a pretty dance pardner. John smiled and he told Kurt. I got you a place at the China Inn. Tomorrow we will plan our trip. Sammy had you set-up. Best opium in the states. Kurt looked very sad and he whispered. The opium is the only thing that keep me from blowing my head off. I see a 1000 dead men I killed in my bloody dreams. The opium is the only peace I know. I wasn’t lucky like you. You have Wolf woman Sherry. Kindest and best woman I have known. Kurt left for the China Inn.

John ordered his last double shot of whiskey and he thought of dear Sherry. He remembered how she hated him and he understood. His unit of Texas rangers killed and murdered Apaches for 10 years. He knew he killed her husband. He was with Wild Buck Jalan, Berserker Kurt and 10 Texas rangers. They attacked at dawn and they killed men, women and the children. Ordered from the President. He wanted every western Indian dead. He remembered her husband. He wore a photo of her and when he bleeding out. He asked me. Please tell my woman Sherry. I die like a Apache. Now he faced the woman, the wife. His savior. He remembered her burning sage and crying in the darkness. He started having the bad dreams. Southern soldiers and Indians were at his feet. Bleeding and demanding equal due. Wolf woman Sherry was sleeping and he remembered. He wanted to stop the dreams. He rolled off the bed and he put the six-shooter pistol to my head. Sherry came to him and she took the pistol. She looked into his eyes and she told him. I know you. You killed my husband and so many. I know you had your ordered. You dumb-ass men follow ordered and kill and kill. She embraced him and she told him. I prayed for you Johnnie. I prayed for you become a new man. No-more blood. My Gods whispered to me. You must save me and I must save you. She stripped off her bra and panties. Lifted him to the bed and she held him like a child under the buffalo blanket.

The bartender asked him. Old man John. Are you okay? He smiled and he told him. I’m fine and thank you. He rose-up and he headed to the China Hotel. He walked up the steps slowly and quietly. He opened the door and Sherry looked so content and happy in the bathtub. He went to the bed walking quietly and he watched her. She opened her eyes and she whispered. Poor Sally had to add hot water three times. About time Handsome Johnnie. You made a pretty girl wait too long. You could be sleeping alone Cowboy. He smiled and he told her. You are too damn beautiful for me my love.

Dark days of Texas-   Berserker Kurt-  part three
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
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Dark days of Texas-   Berserker Kurt.

 

Berserker Kurt walked in silence and slowly toward the China Inn. He looked forward to Austin, Texas because of her. He carried his own pipe and opium, but the owner of the China Inn had the best Asia opium. The Asia opium seem more easy on the body and the mind. Lately his dream were becoming worst. He rarely slept and his dream more crazy and deadly. Now even when he was awake. The daydreams brought visions to his mind of dead Indians and the southern soldiers he killed. The dead faces and the bloody battle now haunt his days and nights.

The whiskey did nothing for him. The whiskey made him meaner and more hateful. He left Texas 10 years ago and he never looked back. He remembered when the United State government told the Texas Rangers to kill every Apache in Texas. He remembered the last battle. Wild Buck Jalan, Old man John and himself murdered and burn down a Apache village. He still could hear the children screaming and yelling in his dreams. The damn government offered him the medal of honor to him. He told the government official. Keep you bloody medal and he spit at the feet of the politician. He was very thankful for his Elizabeth. She had found him in Captain Jacks mountains in California. He was screaming and yelling at ghosts and dead people. She went to him. She made him lay on the sand and she caressed his face and forehead. She sang to him the morning song.

My poor little soldier, dark nights and dark life left you cold and alone. Dark battles can never end for you.
Please sleep my poor little soldier. Allow the morning light to make you know peace and calm. Allow the new sun to heal and erase your regrets and your past.

Kurt awoke and he looked at Elizabeth. She was a young Asia beauty with large brown eyes. He was laying in her lap and she held a small pipe. She had a small bowl and she stirred the items in the bowl. She added the chemical in the bowl into the small pipe and she lit the pipe. She gave the pipe to Kurt and he inhaled the smoke. After he inhaled the pipe three times. He fell into his first deep sleep in many months.

He awoke with his head still laying in her lap and the sun was falling into the near sea. She asked him? Who are you stranger? Are you looking for the sea? He looked at the beautiful Asia girl and he whispered. I have been looking for you kind lady. She smiled and she introduced herself. My name is Elizabeth and my friends call me Beth. Before you say too much, I want you to meet my father. He will know if you are an evil man or a good man. Kurt smiled for the first times in many years. She told him. My father own the store, laundry and opium house in the city. He is very wise and a kind man. I like your face. So kind and so sad.

Kurt remembered the father. He was educated and read the papers. When Kurt walked into the store. The father recognized Kurt. He thanked him for his service than he laughed. He told Kurt. You are the soldier and Texas Ranger who tossed the Medal of honor at the feet of the damn politician. You spit at his feet. My home is your home my friend. My daughter liked you. She liked few white people. Most white people are seedy and evil. Kurt, if you need help. I can help you.

He was awoke from his daydream by a gentle touch of Monica. She was the lady who helped in the opium house. Very kind, very gentle and still very pretty. Monica took his right hand and she led him to a soft bedding on the ground. She made him lay down and she whispered. Don’t speak. She took off his boots, his guns and the boot knife. She took off his dirty shirt than his pants. She walked away and she came back with a white shirt and pant. He dressed quickly and he laid on the soft bedding. Monica smiled and she told him. Now you look like a China man. She went to the nearby table and grasp a pipe and a bowl. She brought them to him. The pipe was decorated with Asia’s art and the bowl too. She slowly mixed the chemical in the bowl and she saw the sad eyes of Kurt. She put down the pipe and the bowl. She caressed his hands, face and shoulders. She sang to him.

Relax my little bird. The world is quiet now.
Relax my little bird. You are safe and sound now.
Relax my little bird. Your bad dream will fade away.

She lite the pipe and she handed the pipe to him. He inhaled the opium and he looked at Monica. She reminded him of his dear Elizabeth. He thanks her and he fell into a deep and needed sleep. Monica felt great sadness for Kurt. The soldiers pay for the wars. Their dreams of war forever tattoos in their brain and their skin. Faces of youth destroyed by war and blood. She caressed Kurt’s face like a baby. She kissed his forehead and she held his hand. She watched him and she ensured the bad dreams stay away.

John Castellenas/Coyote

(First three chapters- More to come)