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Two weeks earlier, when Duncan and Eli had split as they arrived in Tulsa, Duncan felt alone as he rode north toward Kansas. Though he’d been a deputy marshal for over two years when he met Eli, he’d grown to like hid friend so well that he missed his company and the friendship they shared together on their trips into the Territory.

He rode into southern Kansas two days later, after riding late like he and Eli often did when they first met. He wanted to hurry and do his law business, then get back to Fort Smith and see all the new stuff they were adding on.

Duncan made camp by a small creek and in the late evening light, with his firelight, he looked at his papers one more time to get the names right. He knew he was close to the small town where these men were supposed to be.

Hampton Noonan the Third was his name, seems he must be some kind of rich land crook that feeds off poor folk’s misfortunes. Seems he’d taken land from six families according to this paper. He had also filed for ownership south of the Kansas border in Indian Territory and that was what got his name on this warrant. It looks like the town marshal is his father-in-law, they must be in this together.

‘He must’ve never heard of Judge Isaac Parker down in Fort Smith, or he’d have known the Judge wasn’t going to stand for this shit’ Duncan thought as he folded his papers and put them in his saddlebag.

Duncan rode into Parkinsville, Kansas early the next morning. The small town looked like all the stores and buildings were new – just built, in fact.

He rode straight to the town marshal’s office and saw the four young deputies sitting on the front porch of the small, clapboard building.

“Hello fellers, I’m United States Marshal Duncan, out of Fort Smith, Arkansas and I’m looking for the town marshal.”

“He ain’t here,” the deputy on the left end of the bench said.

“Can you tell me where he’s at, or when he’ll be back?”

“Nope, he said not to bother him.”

“Well, I need to see him about some law business. Which one of you is in charge?”

“None of us. We’re his sons and he don’t trust us to be in charge. He told Momma that just yesterday.”

“Just what would be his name, in case I happen to run up on him?”

“Pete Parkins is his name. You ain’t likely to run up on him though, he ain’t here.”

“I know, you just told me that, but I’m gonna be here until I get my business done, so I figured he’d be back soon enough.”

“Nope, said he’d be gone a few days.”

“When did he leave?”

“You sure are nosy, Marshal Duncan,” the youngest boy on the end spoke.

“Not nosy at all, just doin my job. Now when did he leave?”

“Yesterday.”

“Do you know where he was going, and how long he was gonna stay?”

“Said he was gonna ride south with Mr. Noonan and wouldn’t be back for three days.”

“That Mr. Noonan – would that be, Hampton Noonan?”

“Yep, reckon you’ve heard of him have you? He’s a rich man who owns the whole town here. Re-named it after his new wife, he did.”

“His wife’s name was Parkins? She any kin to you?”

“Last name was, before she married him. She’s our baby sister.”

“If they rode south, they must have been going into Indian Territory.”

“Damn, you’re smart as hell, Mr. United States Marshal Duncan,” the younger one spoke again and grinned at his brothers for approval of his quick remark.

“Yep, I’d say I was smart enough to wear this big badge, not a little town marshal badge. See you fellers around.”

“Let’s just whup his fat-ass for him, Earl,” the younger one spoke again as Duncan turned to walk away.

“Naw, we better wait on Pa, he may whip our asses if we beat the shit out of a U.S. Marshal without him telling us to.”

“Yeah, I reckon you’re right. He did thrash our asses for beating the hell outta that sheriff’s deputy last year.”

Duncan figured he may as well get away from this bunch of young’uns with their smart talking mouths. He knew he wasn’t gonna get any truthful straight answers from them now. He walked over to the general store to try and get some better answers. He couldn’t help but wonder what Eli woulda done if he’d run upon those three young, smart mouthed, disrespectful deputies. Hell he knew the answer to that, as soon as he thought it...

Eli woulda took their guns from them and spanked their little smart asses for them and may have even took their curly hair too

There were four men leaning on the counter, talking with the store man, who was standing behind the counter.

“Good morning men, I’m United States Marshal Duncan and I’m looking for the town marshal. Can any of you help me?”

“You should’ve stopped at his office, it’s right across the street,” the store man said and smiled when a couple of the others chuckled.

“I did and all I got was some smart sass from them young deputies over there.”

“Well Marshal Duncan, I reckon we can tell you that our marshal and his son-in-law, Hampton Noonan ‘The Third’, rode down south to see some of Mr. Noonan’s land.”

“Well sir, I reckon that explains a lot then. I’d be thankful if you’d tell me just where this land is. I really need to speak with both of them in a professional manner.”

“You just ride west from the cross road, about a mile to the creek, then turn south and follow that creek. It’ll take you right to them and the land they claim.”

“Good day to you men. You got a right nice little town here. I know you take some pride in it.”

“Well, we just work for Hamp Noonan. He owns the whole town and it’s his to take pride in, but I reckon he takes pride in all that’s his, specially that young wife he just bought.”

Duncan was glad to get back on his horse and ride out of this uppity little town. He knew they all better be glad him and Eli swapped warrants and Eli didn’t come up here.

He’d already have whupped about half of them by now, for smartin off at him.’

Duncan made his turn south after he’d crossed the creek. The trail was wide and well worn, and looked like it was used for herding cattle. He wondered if they were actually grazing cattle in Indian Territory. This would get them another harsh look from Judge Parker, if in fact they were.

So, the marshal’s young daughter is married to this Hampton Noonan. I reckon the good marshal would be inclined to turn his head just a little, if his new son-in-law was to twist the law backwards just a bit. The store man didn’t seem to be that admiring of Hamp Noonan either, adding ‘The Third’ onto his name, like it was sort of a bad remark about the man

Duncan rode for close to five miles and knew he should be near Indian Territory by now. The brushy trees along the west side of the creek cleared into a huge opening with fancy white fences, corrals, barns, and sheds all painted white – with red tin roofs and a big house painted white, with a red roof.

Yep, just what I figured, Duncan thought, as he saw the overhead sign above the wide road leading up to the house and barn. NOONAN – it read in tall red letters on a wide, white painted board.

He looked the place over as he kept on the road by the creek, riding south. He knew he had to be in Indian Territory and was wondering if maybe the house and ranch headquarters were across the border too. The white board fence was still alongside the road for a mile or more, after passing the ranch house and barns.

Duncan stopped his horse dead in his tracks as he looked ahead at another ranch house, this one was still being built and it was another big one, though it wasn’t white with a red roof.

He wanted to check out the place, before riding right into something that may well be built in Indian Territory. He turned his horse and rode back north a ways, then rode out into the brush on the west side of the road, where the white board fence ended. He tied his horse and walked back through the brush, to where he could see the new house and barns. The men were still hammering and sawing, and more men were putting shake shingles on the barn and house.

Duncan was hunkered down, looking the place over, trying to see how many men were working, when he saw a tall, older man and the marshal walk out of the side door of the house. He heard something in the bushes and turned to look behind him. When he turned back, he was staring right face to face with a big ass rattlesnake. He started backing up, crawling backwards on his hands and knees, trying to stay away from the bushes he kept backing into. He backed into something and knew it wasn’t a bush.

He looked over his shoulder and saw two men, just as everything went dark.

“I told you we should’ve whupped his ass back in town, I reckon now you’ll all listen to me,” the youngest Parkins boy said as they looked down at the unconscious deputy.

“You better hope Pa thinks the same way you do. This man is on a case and he’s in Indian Territory. We could get our asses in big trouble with Pa and Hamp,” the older boy told him.

“Well, here comes Pa and Hamp now, we’ll just see who’s right.”

“What’re you boys doing out here? You’re supposed to be back in town.”

“Look what we found snooping on you and Hamp just now. A fat ass U.S. Marshal.”

“Who hit this man? Do you know we could all go to jail for assaulting a U.S. Marshal?”

“It was Larry, Pa. I told him not to. He was even wanting to whup his ass back in town just for asking about you ‘n Hamp.”

“You’re out here with him, you should’ve stopped him. I’m going to beat both your asses for this. You can’t be hitting U.S. Marshals.

“You boys don’t know a damn thing about a damned thing. You hit a marshal and another one comes to take up his cause. You hurt one and there’s more and more. You kill one and they’ll hunt you down like you’re a coyote with chicken feathers in your mouth.

“You best hope this man’s not hurt and he don’t remember who or what hit him. We need to get him back to the house and start telling him he fell off his horse. As fat as he is, he’d kill his self if he did.”

“See Larry, I told you not to do it. You had to go and make a mess of this, just like you mess up all the time,” Joe Parkins told his youngest brother.

“You and Pa will see ... this man was meaning to start trouble with Pa. You’ll see, I just know he was.”

“Shut up your mouth and help me get his lard ass up. We’ll have hell dragging his ass back over to his horse through all this brush.”

“Why don’t we drag his lard ass out here in the open, then go bring his horse over here?

“Smart ass.”

“Then go get all the horses, you’re nothing but a snot nosed kid anyway. You’re too damned young to be out here makin’ out like you’re a lawman.”

“You’ll see, just you wait – you and Pa both will see,” Larry Parkins said, then turned to stomp back through the brush to gather up the three horses.

“Hamp, we got a problem. There’s a U.S. Marshal out here. He was snooping in the bushes out there and my two youngest boys come up on him. That youngest kid of mine whacked him on the back of his head and knocked him cold.”

“What would a U.S. Marshal be looking at us for, Pete?”

“Hell Hamp – we’re building this place for me out here in Indian Territory. Your house and half your land is in Indian Territory. Did you think we could keep all this quiet until we get this place declared a state?”

“Who in the hell would’ve told the law about all this? Surely not the folks in town.”

“What about all those folks you took land from up across the Kansas border? I told you not to be so hard and wait them out. They were about to lose everything anyway.”

“I got tired of waiting. I wanted land and I wanted all their land. Then I wanted all this land here that joins all of it too and I’m willing to kill any son-of-a-bitch that comes here trying to take it all away from me.”

“Settle down some Hamp. We don’t even know why the Marshal was here or what he was looking for.”

“Then we need to look in his saddlebags and on his person. He had to have a reason to be here, they just don’t send marshals to snoop on houses being built.”

“Let’s get back up to your house. I told Larry and Joe to get him back there.”

“Do you think Larry hurt him bad? You said he was out cold.”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s come to by now ... we better hope he has anyway. If we can’t get him awake and sent back to tell whoever sent him that there’s nothing wrong here, they’ll send another one, then another one, until we have this whole place crawling with marshals.”

“Maybe we need to just take him down river a ways and dump his ass in the river and let the turtles and snakes take over.”

“Then what will we do when another one comes and someone in town lets it slip he was here?”

“We tell them he was here, but he left.”

“Let’s go see how bad he’s hurt. Then we can make up our minds what we’ll do with him. I hope you know, if we mess this up, there’ll be more marshals up here than grass.”

“We’re smarter than any damned marshal, Pete. We’ll do it right and we’ll be sure no one talks, too.”

“I reckon you got an answer for building both these ranch headquarters inside Indian Territory too? You got an answer for everything else.”

“There’s no marker on the border, we didn’t know.”

“That won’t work and you know it.”

“Then we’ll make it work and we’ll worry about that when we have to. Let’s go see about this marshal at my house and then we’ll know what we have to do.”

“What did you boys do with that marshal?” Pete asked his two sons as he and Hamp rode up to the barn.

“Got him tied up back there in the barn, that dumb sucker is still asleep,” Larry told his Pa.

“Larry, if that man is hurt too bad to leave here, I’ll have your hide.”

“Aww, Pa. He’s just playin possum and you know it. I didn’t hit him that hard, leastways not as hard as I wanted to anyhow. I thought he was kinda smart with his words back in town, too.”

“If he’s hurt bad, we’ll have U.S. Marshals all over this place, looking for him. Did either of you think to look in his saddlebags?”

“No, we figured you’d want to do that,” Joe lied. They didn’t even think of it.

“Bring them to me then, since neither of you had sense enough to try to find out what he was doing here.”

“Aww Pa,” Larry said.

“Don’t Aww Pa me damn it, you both put together ain’t got the sense God gave a goose.”

“Aww Pa,” Joe said as he handed him the saddlebags.

“Just as I thought, here’s a warrant in his bags. God Damn it, here’s a warrant for the arrest of Hampton Noonan the Third and one for me as an accomplice. Now you two fool kids have done messed up things bad. We could’ve talked our way out of this. We’ll have to really come up with a story now.”

“Maybe he won’t remember anything when he wakes up and we can say we found him wandering around,” Larry said.

“Yeah, tell them he was wandering around out here and found our places here in Indian Territory?” Pete mocked him.

“Yeah, I reckon that wasn’t a good one, but we’ll think of something,” Hamp said, defending Larry.

“Get him some water. Wash his face with it too, don’t just throw it at him,” Pete told his sons.

“You get the damn water, Larry. You’re the one who knocked a knot on his head.”

“You’re the one who wanted to follow him, and then got worried that he was gonna arrest Pa and Hamp.”

“Well, at least I was right. You didn’t have to hit him so hard and you know it. You was just mad cause he talked back after you sassed him in town.”

“Pa don’t take no sass and I was just being like Pa, now shut up and help me.”

After three days, they began to worry about the marshal. He would open his eyes and look around, then go back to sleep. One morning he even drank some water when Joe offered it to him. He started to say something, then went back to sleep.

The fifth day, he woke up and looked around, Joe and Larry were asleep and when Duncan made a noise, they jumped up.

“He’s awake. Joe, the marshal is awake,” Larry said as he shook Joe.

“Hungry,” Duncan said.

“He’s hungry, Joe, he said he was hungry.”

“I heard him, go tell Alma to get him some food,” Joe said.

“Gotta shit,” the marshal said.

“You stay, I’ll get the food. It’s your fault he’s here anyway,” Joe said and ran from the barn.

When Joe came back, Alma and Hamp were with him. Marshal Duncan was sitting with his butt hung across the bottom rail of the horse stall, his hands shackled. He was spraying shit everywhere.

“Damn, he’s got the scours. Larry, you’re cleaning his ass up,” Hamp told him.

Larry got a bucket of water and cleaned Duncan up, bitching and griping the whole time. Duncan drank and ate, then when they laid him back down, he didn’t wake up for four more days.

“Pete, we need to get rid of that marshal. There’s gonna be more come looking for him, you said so yourself,” Hamp said after twelve days.

“Hamp, what have you got in mind? We can’t just bury him out here, they know he came here to look for us and they’ll know we’re still here.”

“Well, we need to think of something, he’s been here almost two weeks and that warrant was from Fort Smith. It’s not two weeks from Fort Smith to here by horseback.”

“I say we kill his horse, bury his saddle and lock him up. Then we can say he wandered in and started talking about being a U.S. Marshal and wanting to arrest both of us. We can say we sent a message to the sheriff over in Dodge and haven’t heard back.”

“Well, that’s the best one I’ve heard yet, Pete. Let’s do it,” Hamp agreed.

“You get them boys to take his horse downriver and kill it, then bury his saddle. I’ll get my men to help you take him to town and lock him up.”

“Now you’re making some sense, the buzzards and coyotes will have that horse carcass picked down to bones in two days.”

“Larry, you and Joe come here.”

“What, Pa?”

“Take the marshal’s horse downriver about ten miles and kill it. Bury his saddle and I’ll take this warrant with me just to be sure it never shows up again,” Pete told his boys.

“Now we’re back in good with Pa again, Joe ... let’s go,” Larry said as Hamp and their Pa walked to the house.

Larry and Joe took the horse down past the new house about a mile and crossed the creek. Joe raised his rifle and shot. He hit the horse’s head with a glancing shot and the horse ran across the creek and fell kicking, trying to get back on his feet.

“Shoot him again, Joe. Shit can’t you hit a fucking horse?” Larry screamed.

Joe shot again and killed Duncan’s horse.

“Why didn’t we take the saddle off before we killed him?” Larry asked.

“Why didn’t you think of it before I shot?”

“Blame me would you? Let’s get this saddle off this dead horse and bury it like Pa said.”

They worked and worked, and finally left the horse and saddle lying next to the creek.

Eli was riding north at a fast gallop when he heard two gunshots in the distance. He stopped his horse and listened, but never heard another shot. He turned west and rode a few hundred yards. When he came to a creek, he stopped his horse to let him drink.

Eli saw a horse lying on the other side of the narrow creek, blood still coming out of the two bullet holes in its head. Eli walked his horse through the shallow creek, his gun in his hand, looking all around. Before he even got close, he saw Duncan’s old black saddle. He knew it was his. He knew Duncan had met harm.

He felt it even before he left Fort Smith.

The cinch was already loosened on the saddle and Eli took Duncan’s rope and tied it to his own saddle. Slowly he nudged his horse to pull, and finally the stirrup slipped from underneath the dead horse’s belly, after dragging him sideways.

Eli tied Duncan’s saddle behind his own, then stepped up, with the saddle held out of the way until he sat his saddle. He tracked Duncan’s horse and two more horses back upstream until he came to a place where he could see men building a new house. He knew he shouldn’t be in Kansas yet.

They were building this house in Indian Territory.

He skirted the house and came back to the trail where he picked up the tracks again. He came upon another house. This one was white, with red roofs on all the buildings. The sign on the overhead entrance read, NOONAN. The three sets of tracks came from Noonan’s barn going south. When the other two horses came back north, they’d been ridden hard, on toward the north.

Eli rode north, he knew he should be coming into Kansas, but had no way of knowing for sure. He followed the tracks on the wide trail where hundreds of cattle had been driven recently. The fresh horses’ tracks were easy to follow, they were the last made through here and they were running fast, kicking up dirt.

When the trail came to an east-west cross-trail, the two horses had crossed the creek, headed east. After a mile, the tracks turned north. In the distance he could see a windmill above the brush and small trees. Then he began to see the rooftops of stores.

Eli didn’t know what he was riding into, but he was ready. He tracked the two horses right up to the hitching rail in front of the town marshal’s office and jail where the horses were tied. When he stopped at the hitching rail, he untied Duncan’s saddle and threw it on the front porch of the jail. It landed with a loud thud and skidded over in front of the door. Eli was off his horse and standing by the door, ready for whoever came out.

Across the street at the general store, four men were standing on the boardwalk, looking over at the Indian who had just rode in.

“That Indian’s wearing a big badge. Hell fire, he’s a United States Marshal. All hell’s gonna bust loose now,” the store man said as the others looked on.

As they stood, watching and listening, someone inside the jail hollered out.

“Who’s out there? Who threw that saddle?”

“Eli Crow, United States Marshal out of Fort Smith, Arkansas. If you don’t come out of there, I’m coming in and I’m gonna kill every God Damned son-of-a-bitch I see. Can you hear me in there?”

“We hear you, Marshal, don’t shoot, we’re coming out.”

Joe and Larry Parkins came out with their hands high and Eli took their guns.

“Who else is in there?”

“Nobody.”

“Where’s Marshal Duncan? You better not lie to me either. I found his dead horse and there’s his saddle.”

“He’s in there in the cell.”

“Get your asses in there before I kill you both and scalp you right here.”

“Don’t kill us, Marshal, we didn’t want to shoot his horse,” Larry pleaded.

“Get in that cell and if either of you say a word or move, I’ll kill you both and drag you all the way down to the creek next to his horse so the buzzards can eat you.”

Eli grabbed the ring of keys and locked the cell door, then unlocked the cell Duncan was in.

“Duncan, can you hear me? It’s Eli.”

“Eli?”

“Yes, are you alright, Duncan?”

“Eli?”

“Yes, it’s me, Duncan ... it’s Eli. Are you alright?”

“Eli?”

Eli looked at Duncan’s head where the blood had clotted and dried in his hair. He had a big knot on his head and a deep cut.

“Who hit Marshal Duncan?” he said turning to Larry and Joe Parkins.

“It wasn’t me Marshal, it was Larry. He hit him and knocked him cold.”

“Joe was with me though and he didn’t say not to hit him.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who hit him.”

“Shut up before I kill you both. Where’s the town marshal?”

“He’ll be back any minute. He’s gonna be really mad too. You might ought to go on and take your friend and leave, he may kill both of you.”

“I hope like hell he tries,” Eli said in a cold voice that made the two young men hunker down and look away.

“What’s the marshal’s name?”

“Pete Parkins, he’s our Pa.”

“Hamp Noonan is your brother-in-law?”

“Yes, he and Pa will be here soon too, they’re gonna be mad as hell.”

“Then they can die mad and go straight to hell, for all I care,” Eli told them.

Across the narrow dirt street, the men in the store still looked and listened. Now and then they could make out a word or two. They heard the Parkins boys talking, then barely heard the Indian Marshal when he spoke.

“Here comes Earl and Bud Parkins, reckon we should tell them they got company?” one man spoke, nearly laughing at the end. He knew this was about to get good.

The men in the store watched as the two oldest Parkins brothers rode up to the jail.

“Let them find out for themselves, they all think they’re so damned smart,” the store man said and the men backed deeper into his doorway.

“What’s that saddle doing in the doorway like that?” Earl asked.

“How in the hell would I know? I just got here when you did,” Bud answered.

“Joe, Larry,” Earl, the eldest, yelled out as they sat their saddles.

There was no answer and the two older boys looked at each other. They saw the strange horse at the hitching rail and knew things weren’t right.

“Larry, you in there?” Bud Parkins yelled.

Earl looked up and down the empty street, then across to the store. He saw the men peeping around the doorway.

“You men seen anything of Joe and Larry?”

“Nope, ain’t seen nothin.”

“Who’s this horse belong to and where’d that saddle come from?”

“Don’t know, Earl.”

“You ain’t gonna get a damn thing from them bastards. They’re all wishing hard times would come to all of us so they could take their town back.”

“Well, Pa and Hamp have worked too hard to let that happen. Go in and see if them two kid brothers are in there,” Earl said.

“I ain’t going in there! You go if you want to know, you’re the oldest.”

“Hold my horse, you’re worser than them youngest brothers,” Earl said as he stepped to the ground and eased to the doorway.

“Hey Larry, Joe, you two in here?” Earl asked as he stuck his head in the doorway.

“Yeah.”

He heard that, and turned to grin back at Bud, just as his head was snapped back with a fist to the side of his jaw just below his ear, busting his jawbone.

“Earl, what in the hell you doing in there? What happened?” Bud asked as he pulled his gun and peered at the empty doorway where his brother had just stood.

“Run get Pa, Bud,” Larry yelled from inside the jail.

Bud whirled around to get on his horse and raced away from the jail to find his Pa. He knew things hadn’t looked right when they rode up.

Eli looked at the two youngest deputies, then unlocked the cell.

“I told you not to make a sound,” he said as he stepped in the cell and grabbed Larry by the long hair on the back of his head, as the kid hunkered down in the floor. Eli jerked the boy to his feet by his hair and pulled him across the cell to the iron bars.

Joe just knew the Indian was gonna smash his little brother’s face into the iron bars. He closed his eyes and heard Larry scream. Joe had to look then; he saw his brother with his head jammed all the way through, between two bars, both his ears nearly torn off his head and bleeding all over both sides of his head.

“You want me to stick your head through these bars too?” Eli turned to Joe.

“No sir, Marshal. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Eli dragged the other Parkins brother into the cell with the two youngest and locked the cell door again.

“Now, tell me where your Pa is boy,” Eli said as he looked at Joe.

“I don’t know Marshal, but you won’t have to wait long to find out. Bud’s gone by now to find him and Hamp. You best be gone from here when they get back. They’ll have Hamp’s men with them and they’ll kill you like they did all the others that’ve gone up against Hamp Noonan. Both Hamp and Pa has got bad tempers and they’ll be mad as hell when they get here.”

“Good, that’ll give me all the more reason to kill the whole God Damned bunch of you, for what’s happened to my friend.”

Eli knew he had to try and get Duncan out of the jail. He’d only be killed if he was here and couldn’t defend himself.

He looked out into the street and it was deserted. Across the street he saw a new wooden wheelbarrow leaned up against the wall of the general store, next to some shovels and brooms. Looking both ways, up and down the street, Eli hurried across the street. The men in the store thought he was coming in on them and ran to the back of the store. When he didn’t come through the front door, they looked out to see him rolling the wheelbarrow back over to the jail.

As they stood looking at each other, Eli came staggering out, carrying the fat marshal and put him in the wheelbarrow. The men ran to the back of the store again as the Indian rolled the deputy right up the wooden ramp, through the front door.

“I’m gonna leave my friend here. If you’ve got a doctor in this town, you better see to it he’s taken care of and doctored. If anyone causes him harm, or any of you let more harm come to him, I’ll kill every God Damn one of you.”

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“Sundy, you put this shirt on and slide over here on my horse with me. We’re going up there and scout this trading post,” Eli said as he unlocked her shackles and pulled a buckskin shirt out of his saddlebag. “Marshal, you be watchful of Sundy if there’s shootin. We’ve took a liking to her and want to see her do good, now that her kin have been arrested,” Jessie said. “I’ll be alright, I know Marshal Eli will keep me safe,” she said as she hugged her thin body to his back. “Duncan, I’m...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 3

“This big horse wants to run, Duncan. You want to make some time?” “Let him run, Eli. We have almost 700 miles due west to ride and I’m ready. It’ll take us over 2 days hard riding to get to Tulsey Town, over on the Arkansas River.” The two deputies rode hard for over an hour and then slowed their spirited horses to a long easy lope as they talked and laughed as friends, starting a partnership that would be remembered in Indian Territory and surrounding states for years to come. The...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 16

Fort Smith, Arkansas November 2, 1875 Before Duncan had completely recovered from the injury to his head, he was laid up with pneumonia. He’d gotten caught in a heavy downpour and arrived home wet and chilled. He spent two weeks recovering, with the first week spent in bed the whole time. Eli and Moses were split up again, since they were short-handed. “Eli, which way you headed this time? It looks like I’m headed up toward Kansas where you ‘n Duncan come from when he got whacked on his...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 105

Oklahoma Territory Crow Ridge Cattle Company August 4, 1889 Jon David, Amanda, Sissy, and Analisa told Eli yesterday that they needed to be at the office early this morning. They let Chane and Jon Jr. spend the night with Shawn, Karly Jo, Clara, and Maryanne. Eli stepped out on the front porch earlier than usual that morning since he had all his Little Bucks here for the day. He drank the last of the coffee from his mug and stood looking down at the river before turning to look over toward...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 15

Doctor Harrod came out just a few minutes after Eli and Jefferson walked into the lobby and sat down. They both jumped up as soon as he came through the door, hurrying to meet him. “Doc?” Eli said as he looked at the young doctor. “Duncan is fine. He’s sleeping now and you’ll both be able to see him in a few hours. I drained the wound where the injury had become infected. There was a bone fragment just as I thought. It was wedged in a clump of hair that had pushed into the tiny skull...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 35

Indian Territory June 15, 1884: “Eli, look at all them dark clouds down yonder south of here. I sure hope we don’t run into any bad weather on the way home,” Duncan said as they rode on into the late afternoon after getting Joe patched up. “I’ve been watching them too, Duncan. I hope they’re between us and home, I’d hate to know our place was being hammered by storms.” By nightfall, the dark storm clouds had moved east of where they were heading, but the air was still damp and heavy like...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 14

With the arraignments and hearings coming up for the criminals that Eli, Duncan and Moses had arrested in the past weeks, they were all required to be in the courthouse most of each day for a week. After that, they were told by Judge Parker they needed to be on call for another week as the prosecutors, lawyers, and public defenders obtained information from them. Though this was a rough two weeks for the three of them, who were used to being out in the open. They did enjoy their time at...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 19

The next morning early, the three had ridden no more than half a mile from camp, when Eli pulled his horse back. “We got riders coming in, hold up and get your guns ready,” he told them. They were suddenly surrounded by sixteen members of a cavalry patrol, handguns drawn and hammers backed. “Stand your position men, United States Cavalry here. You’re trespassing on government property,” a big sergeant in front of the troop yelled. “Mister, you best put them pistols away before we shoot...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 17

As the three rode back to the courthouse, they felt good about the girls going to learn about nursing. They felt good about getting to ride out together again too. Jefferson had their warrants, since Judge Parker was already in court for the day. “Eli, this big horse wants to run some, let’s get stretched out and make some miles. It sure does feel good to be out here again,” Duncan said. They poked their horses up to a good hard gallop and let them run for miles before they pulled them...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 20

They left the courthouse and headed straight home to see the family. Duncan, Moses, and Eli could hardly wait to see their kids. Moses was extremely proud of his and Suh’s boy. They’d named him Pike Longfeather Kidd in honor of Moses’ father. Duncan and Eli’s young’uns were seven, and the two marshals could hardly wait to get home from a trip. Pike was about six months younger than the other boys, but he felt he could do anything the others could – the other boys expected as much of...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 6

It took another hour to get from the high knoll over to the far side of Fayetteville, but they were at the old trading post at last. Eli helped both women to the ground. They were about frozen from being on the trail most of five days. He tied their horses to the hitching rail and rapped on the solid wood door. “ELI IS HERE,” he heard a scream and the door swung wide as Tin Yu, Catt and Eva ran out to him, nearly knocking him over backwards as they grabbed him in a hug, jumping up and...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 11

The next morning, when Rose and Mary came down to the kitchen to start breakfast, Jefferson already had a warm fire built in the cookstove. As they filled the big coffee pot with coffee and water, they heard a noise on the back porch. Jefferson stepped to the back door to see the two nannies and the two kids on the porch, with the billy standing in the yard, looking up at them. Corinne and Lorene were next down the stairs, carrying the two babies, since they had taken it upon themselves to...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 22

The three marshals rode for two more days, pushing their horses, keeping them fed and watered, as they made their way toward the Cherokee Outlet, known all over this part of Indian Territory as no man’s land. The third day on the trail after they’d met the cavalry patrol at the mouth of the Chikaskia where it emptied into the Salt Fork of the Arkansas, they met another patrol headed east. Abraham Walker was the scout. “Marshal Moses Kidd, you have made good time. Lieutenant Carpenter is...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 9

The trip back to Fort Smith took three days longer than the trip over to the Panhandle. Twice along the way, Eli killed a small deer late in the day, so they could cook it all night and be gone at daylight, eating the cooked meat along the way. The rest of the time, they only stopped long enough to feed and water the horses and relieve themselves. The prisoners were left to their own devices, as for relieving themselves. While riding on the boards of the rough, bouncing wagon bed, they...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 78

The travelers broke camp at daybreak after an early breakfast. They were still most of a day’s travel from Pecan Ridge and the MacEagle brothers wanted their new friends to visit the Cheyenne Village and meet their grandfather on the way. The Young Bucks and the Crow girls knew White Elk and they were excited about going to the Cheyenne village to meet with him again. They were even more excited to be there when he welcomed his grandsons home after they’d graduated from the private boarding...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 28

Saturday, May 3, 1884 Cherokee Lands Indian Territory Iron Hammer’s Lodge “Eli Crow, I see you have returned and now you bring all the marshals and little Crows to see me. I see my own brothers, the Barkleys, with you. How am I so honored this day?” “Iron Hammer, I came with my friends and young’uns to tell you of a cattle deal we made in Kansas City this week. My little Crows have gifts for your little Hammers and me and my friends are always happy to sit with Iron Hammer and his brothers...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 32

Tulsa, Indian Territory Crow Ridge Cattle Company June 2, 1884 The big house on the hill was full of happy talk as they gathered in the kitchen to talk and catch up on the latest trip into the Territory. Clarissa was typing on her typewriter as fast as she could to keep up with all that was said. She was getting faster at typing and this was the first time she didn’t make notes to type from later. They let the ten youngest travelers talk first, each of them telling their version of the...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 26

A week after the marshals returned from their last trip, Eli rode across the river to Tulsa with Little Eli and the other boys and girls. The young’uns thought they were almost grown now, getting to ride the big high stepping horses all the way across the river with him and going to the post office at Perryman’s. He gave them enough money to buy some candy and even some gum, for the first time in their lives. The boys saw some baseball bats, gloves, and balls and each of them wanted baseball...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 46

December 27, 1884 Tulsa Depot Tulsa, Indian Territory Jon David and Joe were at the train depot when the train pulled in from Kansas City. Jon David had gotten a telegraph message that there would be twenty-one, young Negro women aboard the train arriving on the twenty-seventh. There were only two Pullman cars and a caboose connected to that train. The preacher from the Negro church in Kansas City had made the trip down to Tulsa, escorting the young women personally, since the young women...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 39

Indian Territory October 5, 1884: As the light of dawn began to spread across the plains, they harnessed the mules and hitched the teams to the wagons. They were all ready to meet the others at Pecan Ridge Cattle Company and start the pecan harvest. They saw how the nearby trees were loaded with pecans and knew this pecan crop was going to be a big one. Eli and Moses had been out before dawn, riding the western perimeter. Duncan and Joe had also been riding the eastern perimeter behind...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 107

They did make that trip in September. Eli wanted the family to visit their hotel in Santa Fe then come back through Albuquerque on their week-long trip. They even made it down to Las Cruces to stay two nights at that hotel before heading back home. Eli knew the women would be having babies in the spring and he was already planning trips to Kansas City after the babies were born. In April of 1890, Eli took his Cherokee brothers, Iron Hammer, Iron Hand and Iron Eyes, with their families for a...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 101

Tulsa, Indian Territory Sunday, July 28, 1889 While Moses, Isaac and Little Eli were loading the horses, the engineer yelled and waved to Eli again just as he stepped down from the Pullman carrying Little Eli’s traveling bag. “Marshal, if we’re gonna make a fast run down to Abilene like you want, the fireman will need some help from your bunch to keep up the steam,” he yelled above the noise of the locomotive. “We’ll ride up here with you. I want to keep this this thing red hot and smoking...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 31

Miranda turned and sat sideways on the top rail as she watched Little Eli run over to get on his horse. Lee Yu, Lilly Beth, Kia, and Michi were all waiting for him. They all waved to her when they saw her looking. She felt like getting off the fence right then and grabbing Eli Crow. She was so in love with him and his family. No matter if it was right in the middle of the cattle pens, and right in front of all the men, she could have thrown him to the ground and loved him right here. They...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 76

Across the small hotel dining room, there were three well-dressed men wearing tall white hats, drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars. One of them moved closer to sit at the table nearest the Young Bucks. “Excuse me please, but did I hear you say you have an exceptionally fast horse bred from Cheyenne horse blood?” The man asked from behind Eli. Eli turned to look back at the man, “Yes Sir, we sure do. He’s never been beaten in about thirty races,” he told the man. “We’re here to meet the...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 27

After their meal, they rounded the young’uns up and headed them back upstairs. The elevator had to make two trips to get them all to the top floor. By the time they had the younger ones settled and into bed, it was after ten o’clock and they had a busy day planned for tomorrow. The baseball game started at one o’clock and they were scheduled to play two games before dark. The grownups talked for another hour before heading off to their separate rooms and to bed. They still wanted to spend...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 110

“Trapper, there are at least two dozen turkey-buzzards circling overhead back west of here,” Micah told him as they rode north. Trapper and the others turned their horses to look back to where Micah was pointing. “Looks like we could have a fresh one for you men to check out. Let’s get on over there,” Trapper said and spanked his horse with his reins. They topped a small rise to see at least two dozen more buzzards on the ground tearing into a dead calf. When they rode up, the buzzards...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 111

After their performance on their first assignment in Colorado back in October of 1896, the six Young Bucks’ names became well known at the Western District U.S. Marshal’s Service office in Kansas City. During the next two years they were called upon time and time again to settle disputes. They were sent to the Missouri border town of Fort Scott, Kansas, to help settle a railroad union dispute that had already gotten out of hand with clashes of violence by the time they arrived. With strong...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 37

“We’ve never been up this way before, Daddy. Where are we going?” Little Eli asked. “We’re going up the Arkansas to the rough country where the Pawnee and Osage Tribes join lands. We’ll camp on the Arkansas and we’ll have our own school for you boys out here.” They had crossed the Arkansas River in a northwesterly direction, then followed along the west side of the river until mid-day. The boys were told to bring nothing but jerky in their grub bags, they were going to survive on what the...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 98

Kansas City, Missouri July 21, 1889 Eli and Isaac were up and dressed, after washing up from a wild time the night before when they’d had champagne sprayed all over them and made love on the balcony. They were sitting out on the balcony again, looking down on the sprawling city below as people began to stir and fill the streets. The girls came out laughing and talking about the fun, crazy time they’d had last night. They were bathed, dressed and ready for a day of shopping and sightseeing...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 69

Upon their return to Tulsa from racing Cheyenne at Vinita, Little Eli had met with Bill and Jack Robertson that day, asking them about making a lightweight saddle just for Cheyenne. After measuring and fitting him with the special built saddletree and pad, they made a saddle with no high pommel and no saddle horn. There were no fenders, just leather straps that supported the small brass stirrups. This saddle was half the weight of the working and pleasure saddles they used on the ranch. As...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 18

October 1, 1881 While Eli was getting his latest prisoners turned over to the jailers, Jefferson left the courthouse through the back door and ran out to saddle his horse. He rode hard up the back way, cutting across an open lot and through someones yard as he raced home. He didn’t take time to put his horse in the barn, he knew Eli would see it anyway. He jerked the saddle off and turned his horse in the cow pen. When Eli rode into the yard later, it was almost sundown and there was no one...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 102

When they arrived in Durant, the sun had been up a few hours and Eli herded them to the hotel. The fireman and engineer went with them as the local railroad workers filled the reservoirs with water and oiled the locomotive for them. This was the first chance Eli had for more than a few words with his Bucks since they’d boarded the caboose in Abilene. Eli and Moses sat across the table from them in the dining room and looked at each of them as they talked to their brothers and their...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 36

“Kit, would you and Ruby want to wear buckskins like we do?” Caleb asked as they all talked, ate, and became friends. “We sure do. Marshal Eli told us we could, and said he’d even give us our own horse,” Kit answered. “We’ll have to round up our horses in the morning and see how many we have now. Daddy may have to get more horses from our friend, Iron Hammer. He’s the main man in the Cherokee Tribe that owns all the lands around us,” Little Eli said. “Momma told me we could all go down to...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 42

Crow Ridge Cattle Company Tulsa, Indian Territory Thanksgiving Day November 27,1884: “Here come the Buffalo Soldiers, they’re crossing the river now!” Isaac yelled as he jumped off the back porch, headed toward the barn where the men, the girls, and the rest of the Bucks were gathered. The women had run the men and younger ones from the house so they could finish cooking and get the dinner ready. This was to be the biggest feast and biggest celebration they’d had to date. The men, the...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 33

When they finished unloading the flatcar, they headed back to the house. Smitty, Leon, James, and Albert were on the wagon and Eli drove. “Smitty, I need to have a talk with you. Want to walk down to the river with me?” Eli asked. “Sure Eli, let me get a drink from the pump and I’ll be ready.” “I’ll meet you out front.” Eli went through the house and into the kitchen where the women were fixing supper. “Corinne, come go with me,” Eli said. “Eli, I’m not sure about this now. Can we wait...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 5

After an early start in the cold hours of morning, they rode hard and steady all day, stopping to relieve themselves twice and eat from the grub sack. They made Kansas City, Missouri late in the day as the sun was sinking behind the cold flat horizon, across the river in Kansas. They stopped at a big fancy hotel and registered as Eli and Rose Crow. The desk man was hesitant at first to let the two Half-Breeds stay in his hotel, but saw the Deputy U.S. Marshal badge and the Indian Police...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 62

“ELI! You’re back. Did you get the last one? Dal said you thought there was a woman with them too,” Sam Connor greeted his grandson when he came through the back door, stomping the mud off his feet. Eli was soaked, his buckskins wet and clinging to his body, his moccasins filled with mud and water. He hadn’t even put his long coat on when he left Young’s Store. The back of his coat was shot out anyway. “They’re all taken care of, Grandpa. How’s Grandma? She alright after all this?” He...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 34

When they reached the river’s edge, Kit laid the fuses and caps on a stump. Ruby handed Kit a stick of dynamite and picked up a cap and a short fuse. Eli and the others watched as she inserted the end of a fuse into the open end of the blasting cap, then put her fingers about an inch from the end of the brass. She stuck this short end of the exposed brass into her mouth with the extra fuse trailing down her chin. They could see her straining her jaws as she bit down on the brass, clamping it...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 97

Eli had planned their trip himself and since he wanted them to stay a few days in Boones Crossing without being in a rush, he decided to take his dad’s advice and travel to Kansas City first then come back to Boones Crossing. Though he and Isaac didn’t wear their guns, they did have their knives on their hips, with their guns packed in their traveling bags. Both were dressed in buckskins and their girls dressed in finery like the other women traveling on the train. They ate one meal in the...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 109

Saturday October 3, 1896 Crow Valley, Oklahoma Territory “Let me see that map again, Deuce,” Ezra said. He stood next to Eli and Isaac as they looked at the map. They had just gotten their first orders as Deputy United States Marshals two days ago, and the six of them were excited as they saddled up. They’d packed the night before and already had their two packsaddles loaded with tents, food and supplies for at least a two-week stay once they reached their destination. They were being sent...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 56

Dal Hopkins had been half asleep, half-awake as he worried about his town. He heard a man whisper something behind him in the cell. Was he dreaming? Could it really be? HE KNEW THAT VOICE... He’d know that voice in the middle of a windstorm on the plains or in a howling snowstorm on top of a mountain. No matter where on earth he was, he would know that voice... Eli was here. He knew it was him! How – he didn’t know, but that was Eli Crow behind him, he’d bet his life on it. “Marshal,...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 84

Eli knew he had a battle on his hands convincing the mommas of his sons and daughters that his plan was the best way to keep the Bucks, the Crow girls and the rest of them from having babies and still let them spend time with their friends. He figured the best way to handle this was to get them all at once and get it over with. Miranda, Clarissa, Tin Yu, Catt, Eva, Rose, Sissy, Suh, Juni, and Grandma were gathered together out away from the others. Eli wanted all of them to listen to what he...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 99

Boones Crossing, Kansas July 23, 1889 Little Eli, Kit, Ruby, and Isaac arrived in Boones Crossing early, making the short trip from Kansas City in only a matter of two hours. They had accompanied their friends to the train station the evening before and watched as they boarded the train to Colorado. This was a tearful parting of new friends with all of them vowing to meet again soon. The McInnis sisters especially took it hard, sobbing as they sat on the train and waved out the window to...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 108

Crow Ridge September 1, 1896 “Come on in, Ezra. Your dad and I wanted to talk to you before you head back to Crow Valley,” Rose told her son. Jefferson was sitting up in bed with the covers pulled to his waist. “Dad, are you feeling any better?” Ezra asked as he walked over to sit at his bedside and lay his hand on top Jefferson’s right hand. “I feel better today, Son. This has actually been one of my better days in the past few months. “Dad, I suppose I’ve always taken for granted that...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 41

When the Buffalo Soldiers rolled in from Little Tree with empty wagons, all of them jumped in and loaded them as quickly as possible. There were fifteen more loads to ship after they held back the last three loaded wagons to take to Tulsa. Willis turned fifteen of his men right back around, telling them to get on back so they could all head over to Tulsa and start learning to be oil well drillers. The next morning early, Eli and Jon David were sitting by the fire outside, drinking coffee...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 92

Eli knew he had to get over to the women as soon as he could. He saw them laughing and talking with Analisa, pointing now and then toward where he stood. Even Sissy, Miranda, and Grandmother were huddled with the young Mexican woman, whispering and laughing. When Catt and Eva pulled her aside, they were laughing aloud and Eli knew it was time to go. “I see all of you have met Analisa. I hope you’ll make her welcome. I’ve asked her to work for us when we get back to Tulsa,” Eli told them when...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 29

The men of Crow Ridge Cattle Company loaded the second trainload of cattle bound for Kansas City and knew there wasn’t time to load another fifteen cars before dark. The first trainload would have to make it to the next sidetrack, near the Kansas state line, before the two empty trains could travel on down to Tulsa. They made plans to start loading at daylight the next day. The empty trains would arrive during the night and have to lay over. They gathered around after the first day of...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 71

The Waco Kid never raised his head as he reached out to pick up a stick and thrash it across the bedroll nearest him. “Get your asses up, we got a score to settle this morning and I’m ready to get started!” he said loudly. The other men began to stir in their bedrolls and The Waco Kid rolled over to sit up. He had yet to look up as he pulled his boots on, then picked up his two pistols and shoved them down in his holsters. He stretched his arms over his head, wincing at the pain in his ribs,...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 73

Crow Ridge March 29, 1889 The family was up before dawn to see the Crow girls and the Young Bucks off. Even their younger brothers and sisters were up. Eli cornered Little Eli and Ezra as soon as they came downstairs and pulled them aside. “I need to give you men something. I’ve been wanting to tell you about this, but never felt like it was the right time until now. “Eli, back when you told me that you Bucks wanted to have a place of your own and still wanted it to be near each other, I...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 53

Union Station Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania June 19, 1885 Eli had been on the train for four days when he arrived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. They had an hour layover there, one of many layovers they’d had on his long train ride from Indian Territory. After he’d found the toilets to relieve himself, he sat inside the huge train station and watched the hundreds of people coming and going. He’d never seen this many people in one place ever before, not even in Kansas City at the ballpark. He kept...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 30

“This is absolutely beautiful. I just love the way the houses and barns look with all the pecan trees around,” Miranda said. “It does look good and shady back in them trees. We need to plant some pecan trees over at the other place to shade it a little, I reckon,” Eli agreed. “You boys get you some clean buckskins and go back behind the barn and get a bath,” Eli told the six boys. “Miranda, would you help Sissy get the girls back there and get them bathed?” “I will, but first we’re going...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 48

There were snow flurries blowing in the wind, with a light blanket already covering the ground when the Bucks started out the next morning after saying their goodbyes to the family. They were dressed in their buckskins with their union suits underneath and heavy boiler overalls over their buckskins. Each had a leather fur-lined cap pulled down over their head and ears. They wore wool scarves backed with flannel over their faces, leaving only a slit with their eyes exposed as they rode...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 13

Eli and Duncan headed out of town with their wagon load of prisoners. Bud Parkins drove the wagon, Duncan and Eli rode their horses. “Eli, I already like this horse pretty good. He’s as tall and long legged as that big stud you got.” “Yep, you got a good’un, Duncan.” They turned south at the creek crossing, and rode right by Noonan’s ranch. “You could at least let me see my wife before you take me back,” Noonan said. “I’ll go see if she wants to see you... “Duncan, you keep them headed...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 89

“What can I do for you, Mister? You look to be part Indian. Are you?” The man behind the window at the train station said as Eli walked up to the window to send a telegraph message back to Little Tree. “I need to send a message over to Little Tree, Texas. Can you do that for me?” Eli said, ignoring the man’s remark. “I sure can. Who is it for and what name do you want on it?” “Put my name on it, Marshal Eli Crow. Send it to Hoke at the livery. Tell him I need him to get word to my folks at...

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The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 67

“Son, that was some race. We heard what Parkman’s jockey said. You did the right thing holding Cheyenne back, then letting him run away with the race after they’d tried to run him down like that. You’d think Sam Parkman would know better by now,” Eli said as he and Joe stood beside Little Eli when their picture was made. “Did you win big again, Dad?” Little Eli asked, knowing by his smile that he did. “We all won big on that race. I already have another big bet placed on the last race...

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