Indian Territory Tales
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It was a special treat for the passengers to remove themselves from the coach and stretch their legs. Mr. Riddle greeted each of them in spite of the late hour. He gave a bear hug and a pat on the back to Marshal Drew to whom he inquired.” “Hello Jon how is everything at Boggy Depot. I hear you caught up with the Jabo outfit and brought in two of the gang to Judge Parker. I was interested in the state of the other three.” Rachel was curious and walked to the water bucket setting on the wooden structure that was built over the well. The station as a courtesy to the passengers had just drawn it full from the well. He motioned to her to take the handle of the gourd that had been fashioned into a dipper. Grasping it she plunged into the bucket and drank from the cool depths of the well. She dipped a second time partly to enable her to hear what Marshall Drew’s answer was to his question. “I had rather been able to bring in the whole lot but it didn’t work out that way. I had Choctaw light-horse Captain Josiah Legend to accompany me to the hideout I had located and a shoot-out occurred. They were holed up in a cave with a cow hide covering the entrance. With our repeating rifles we separated ourselves and pinned them down in crossfire. Light Horse Lieutenant Chockie Billy came later to help us and it was a very short time when they made a break for it. We fatally wounded all but the two I brought in. They knew it was over and threw up their hands to give up. The gun fight itself was short but the tracking is what took so long. A person could get lost in those winding Stair Mountains and never be seen again. I started down In Texas and got some leads and it was a matter of tracking their movements and that is about all of it.” “You did the Territory a favor in breaking up that gang of thieves and murderers. Those bad men in north Texas come over the Big Red and hide out and we have to deal with them.”
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It was a special treat for the passengers to remove themselves from the coach and stretch their legs. Mr. Riddle greeted each of them in spite of the late hour. He gave a bear hug and a pat on the back to Marshal Drew to whom he inquired.”
“Hello Jon how is everything at Boggy Depot. I hear you caught up with the Jabo outfit and brought in two of the gang to Judge Parker. I was interested in the state of the other three.” Rachel was curious and walked to the water bucket setting on the wooden structure that was built over the well. The station as a courtesy to the passengers had just drawn it full from the well. He motioned to her to take the handle of the gourd that had been fashioned into a dipper. Grasping it she plunged into the bucket and drank from the cool depths of the well. She dipped a second time partly to enable her to hear what Marshall Drew’s answer was to his question.
“I had rather been able to bring in the whole lot but it didn’t work out that way. I had Choctaw light-horse Captain Josiah Legend to accompany me to the hideout I had located and a shoot-out occurred. They were holed up in a cave with a cow hide covering the entrance. With our repeating rifles we separated ourselves and pinned them down in crossfire. Light Horse Lieutenant Chockie Billy came later to help us and it was a very short time when they made a break for it. We fatally wounded all but the two I brought in. They knew it was over and threw up their hands to give up. The gun fight itself was short but the tracking is what took so long. A person could get lost in those winding Stair Mountains and never be seen again. I started down In Texas and got some leads and it was a matter of tracking their movements and that is about all of it.”
“You did the Territory a favor in breaking up that gang of thieves and murderers. Those bad men in north Texas come over the Big Red and hide out and we have to deal with them.”
About the Author
I was raised on a horse and cattle ranch in SE Oklahoma that once was called the Choctaw Nation and still has many characteristics to identify it as such to a great extent. On my parents place we understood, was the location of a stage station that was one of the stops on the Butterfield Overland Stage Route. Here was located also the junction of the main south immigration road called the Texas Road and the Butterfield Route. it was on this site the 2nd Confederate Regimental winter Head quarters was located. We in our time had a hay meadow there. There was an abundance of dramatic events connected with these same places which occurred both before the American Civil War and after. Names of famous outlaws such as Bell Starr, The Dalton Brothers, Jesse and Frank James, the Younger Brothers, Sam Bass frequented the area. Even more modern gangs such as Clyde and Bonnie had stopped not a half mile from our back gate to murder one of the county law officers at a outdoor dance. I have always been an avid reader of historical novels and I decided to try to write stories of some of the events that that occurred in this part of Oklahoma. At the University I took several creative writing courses and as a elementary student I loved to read my older brothers and sisters History Texts like they were novels. Historical events and stories played a large part in developing in me and my siblings a great love of this fascinating subject.