Sunday, December 3, 2017


These Books are a representation of my best efforts to remember my troubled past.
I have seen a lot and done a lot in my lifetime.
Helping many people along the way.
And Killing those whose time had come.
I do not take pleasure in removing souls from this place, but these were souls that were lead by the Devil himself.
I have no choice in this fight between good and evil, I was marked by God to do his bidding and to carry out death to those who cause injustices to mankind......
  I am Michael
   The Angel of Death

Rough Draft...

Instinct had kept him alive, tuck and roll had been drilled into him and it saved his life again.
The bullet dinged off a far wall probably about where his head had been before his training kicked in.
shuffling to the side to keep clear of any more bullets...
Well so much for throwing the dogs off he thought but come to think about it where were the dogs?
This must be a lone hunter that is moving separately from the dogs he thought.
He needed to move fast, nightfall would be his best chance of survival but that had to be 6 or so hours away.
Slapping his hands down in frustration Steve thought "What the hell is going on and why me?"
Who is the lost girl that keeps popping up in my mind, what does she have to do with all this?
Steve sat there for a few minutes, trying to put together a plan.
A slight breeze comes into the cave as the entry darkened.
He thought now what?
The Cave was only about 4 foot high and 6 to 7 feet wide.
So standing was out of the question and for a person with a rifle it would be awkward to try rushing into the cave, they just couldn't swing it up to aim fast enough and it was pitch black in there save for the little light coming from the entry and now even that was dwindling down to nothing.
The floor was moist and Steve remembered the raindrops, somehow water was finding a way into the cave plus the breeze wasn't just coming from the mouth of the cave.
He felt on the other side of his face...maybe there was an opening back there in the darkness, just maybe.
Curious about the darkening, Mac moved close to the mouth of the Cave, making sure to stay in the dark.
The sky was black as hell itself, Thunderstruck close.
yanking his head back, SOB he said, that was close and then he heard them,
The Dogs,
But the dogs were acting strange, not the normal yapping that he heard earlier it had more of an urgency to it.
And then the rain came, not in a normal spitter was like the heavens opened up and dumped hell lose on the land.
Lightning was striking far and close causing the dogs to howl.
The thunder was almost a continual boom that shook the very earth Mac sat on.
Christ, he thought, "I'm glad I'm in here"
Mac moved back into the cave, going farther and farther trying to follow the breeze as he looked for light but that was almost futile with the darken skies outside.
He hadn't got far when he felt more than heard a rumble in the ground.
Dirt fell from the low ceiling, Mac turned and said "Shit" and he scrambled for the entry.
Earthquake or something he figured he would take his chances outside.
Making it back to the entry, he laid flat and inched his way outside onto the ledge...
The dogs were virtually screaming with their yappy and farther away?
They were leaving... why?
Mac saw it, even in the dark you couldn't miss the different tone the river was making, now it sounded like a full on Raging river and he could see it was over the bank and working it's way up to him, "Holy Shit" Mac muttered a ????
Turning he scrambled back into the cave and headed into the back, he had to find the way out, somehow water got in and the breeze came from that also.
There was no way he would survive going into the river now.
And it was inching it's way up to the cave... Soon it would be underwater and he would die in this hole in the ground never knowing why he was there and even who he was...
Mac couldn't let that happened and he moved faster without worry of running into something he wouldn't like...
At this point, he would run right over it.
letting his nose smell the fresh rain scent, Mac moved farther and farther into the cave, the darkness enveloped him to the point that he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
The cave kept closing in on him and he was afraid that he would run out of space or get stuck.Finally, he saw a dim beam of light up ahead and with this, he had a new determination, even with the walls now we're down to 20-24in high and about the same width.Water was going down through the hole in the ceiling like a spigot was turned on but Mac was more concerned with the water that was starting to catch up with him from the Cave entry.
Squeezing through the last tight spot into the area below the hole in the ceiling, brought him into a hollowed out cavern, With what light there was he could make out the walls were slick to touch.
Mac's mind was nagging at him, something was wrong.
the area was hollowed out into a 6 to 7foot wide and about the same hight.
He could barely touch the opening in the ceiling.
Bring his hand back as if something bites him, it came to him.
The hole was a crack in a solid rock and it wasn't man size by now means... "Shit," he said
Jerking his head up as he heard a roar from down the crawl space he had just come from, Mac only time for one thought..."It's a Blow Hole"
Mac was thrown up against the back wall as the water came bursting in.
The Cavern filled up in seconds and Mac only had time enough to take a big gulp of air.
The current toss him around for a minute or so until he found an air pocket at the ceiling.
The current pressure equalized in the carven and the water seem to calm some.
The water going out was a lot less then the water coming in, so he just needed to stay away from the blowhole or he could get sucked in and turned into hamburger as thousands of gallons of water tried to blow him out of the hole.
That was only one problem was "Now What?"
Mac knew the air pocket wouldn't last long.
Taking a big breath he dove down to the crawl hole he came from.From what he could tell the flow in wasn't too strong and with any luck, he could swim out the 60-70ft and take his chances in the rapids because there was no chance where he was at.
Going back up to the air hole, Mac could barely get any air from it as it had shrunk to hardly anything.
Taking what he could he dove again and enter the crawl space.
With the way the flow of the water flowed in and out it was throwing him around like a rag doll, grinding him against the sides and ceiling of the small tunnel.
Mac fought the panic he felt being underwater in a closed space.
When he came through he had been in control but underwater and barely slipping through the small spaces was bad enough but he was running out of air.
Popping into the larger chamber from the waters forced return, Mac corkscrewed to an air pocket that lined the ceiling of the cavern.
Gasping for air, all he got was a gulp before the current that was rushing by the entry of the Cave sucked him out into the raging rain gorged river.
It rolled him over and over until Mac didn't know up from down and the last of his air left his lungs.Trying to claw his way to what he thought was up only took him faster down river until the final rollover crashed him into some rocks and rendering him unconscious (Move to when he wakes up)
threw him onto a rock that jutted out from the rock face of the canyon.
Mac gasped from the impact, losing consciences.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


   These Books are a representation of my best efforts to              remember my troubled past.
I have seen a lot and done a lot in my lifetime.
Helping many people along the way.
And Killing those whose time had come.
I do not take pleasure in removing souls from this place, but these were souls that were lead by the Devil himself.
I have no choice in this fight between good and evil, I was marked by God to do his bidding and to carry out death to those who cause injustices to mankind......
  I am Michael
   The Angel of Death

First Draft

Mac felt the raindrops but didn't register what they were at first,
He was in the water for sure as he could hear the water rushing over rocks as it made its way downstream.
If that was what he was laying in, A stream or river he wasn't sure but the cold of it had entered his body and he shivered.
Bringing his hand up to the pain he felt in his head he noticed how heavy it felt. He moved in slow motion at least that's what it seemed like.
Touching the bruised spot on his forehead brought a sharp jolt to his senses.
Shit, he thought.
Pulling himself up, brought a wave of dizziness and he rolled over and puked.
Finally feeling he had nothing left to vomit, Mac tried again to sit upright.
A wave of dizziness attacked him but he fought it and stayed sitting with his chin on his chest, his head just felt too heavy to hold up for any length of time.
Finally lifting his head after what seemed like hours, Mac tried to focus, even so, there wasn't much to see.
It was pitch Black and mostly all he saw was the stars above.
It was funny how many stars you could see when the light from your surrounding was minimal.
He was laying in a river or I should say a small beach if that's what you'd call it.
The moon was out in force and that helped as his eyes started to focus.
Whatever was given to him was wearing off... but who? Why? he couldn't remember.
Touching his forehead again brought another rush of focus from the pain and he figured maybe a case of amnesia.
He was no Doctor that was for sure but when you have a dent in your forehead as he did and can't remember shit... Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out, your screwed.
First things first, get the hell out of this stream before something freezes and falls off.
Trying to stand was another obstacle he needed to get out of the way.
Searching around for something to use to steady himself, he found a limb that had broken off at about 5 feet long.
Using that he inched his self up to a standing position and held that until the dizziness stopped.
Standing there he noticed a cliff that overlooked the river, actually as he looked around he noticed that the river through time had cut itself deep into the ground.
The river had been grinding away at the river bed for thousands of years Mac guesses to have sunk itself 10-15 feet down.
Must have been how he ended up laying in the river, falling off the cliff and hitting his head on one these rocks that covered the bank.
Well at least so far he knew how he got there but why was he in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night?
Well, thats the question of the month isn't it Steve? he muttered to himself.
Looking around there was no obvious way back up the cliff and with his head pounding he wasn't about the climb out.
So he started walking downstream, He remembered his father telling him, "Son if you ever get lost, find a stream or river and go downstream because people build by water and you'll run into someone sooner or later"
What troubled Steve is maybe he didn't want to find just anyone.
There had to be a reason he was out here in the middle of the night and for him to fall off a cliff, well he had to have been in a hurry to not see it or hear the river before he fell.
Something just wasn't sitting right with him and the harder he tried to remember the worse his headache got.
He told himself, "Keep moving Mac, Don't Stop"
Noise, he heard noise, stopping Mac craned his head to hear better, "Dogs"
Fuck, not sure why but he just did it.
He stepped back into the cold water and moved faster downstream.
"Dogs, it wasn't just one dog or wolfs or coyotes, no it was Dogs! and they were in a frenzy.
He knew what it meant and something inside told him it wasn't the kind of search party he would want to find him.
Whatever happened to him, was causing his subconsciouses to push him the flight, fighting was out of the question, no weapon, unknown was tracking him, how many? weapons? just too much of unknowns for him to fight without a weapon so the other instinct was flight and that's what he was doing until he could figure out what he was up against.
A thought came to him, searching his pockets came up empty, Shit he was hoping for a billfold, drivers license, anything with his name on it or address.
The dogs were far behind he could barely hear them and only once in awhile. Using the river to keep his scent from the dogs was working but in daylight whoever had the dogs would be able to track him but the unsettled mud along the river.
He needed to be far from them by daylight.
And he needed to find a hidden spot to stay out of sight for the day.
He would lay low until night and push forward until he found people and a cell.
"A Cell" who in the hell was he going to call?
"Stupid" He could call 911 or get a ride into town and get to a Sheriff.
What had been interesting and was weighing on his mind was the empty holster that had been clipped to the inside of his pants in the middle of his back.
For some reason, he knew there had been a Glock 26 in it at one time.
How he knew this he had no idea, but whatever it was, it was pushing him to keep moving with a sense of urgency.
He was missing something, something very important and he needed to figure it out.
The empty holster at least gives him something to check out, was he a mobster, a cop?, a private Eye?.
He wasn't a hunter, not wearing a dirty, wetsuit-like he had on and who hunts with a Glock? no, he was a professional something.
He had to get out of the water his feet were numb with cold.
A fire would be nice but he couldn't risk it and he was sure even if he had matches or a lighter they would've been ruined by the water by now.
The good thing was there were plenty of rocks to walk on to avoid footprints but then dogs don't give a shit about footprints, it was all about scent.
Daylight was finally creeping out from behind the mountain range that Steve couldn't identify.
Finally finding what he needed he broke off a branch.
"Rue" it's purple flowers were the giveaway, How he knew he had no idea but he used it to sweep behind him as he searched for a hiding spot.
Finally, about 10 feet up the side of a high of the cliff was an opening.From where he was standing it looked like he could barely squeeze into it if it had any depth to it.Not much time before he would be a sitting target for someone with binoculars or even a rifle scope.
It was slow going, he seemed to be surer-footed then an amateur, so he figured he had climbed at least once before.
as he pulled his head up over the out hang of the cave, something flew at him.
Mac ducted almost losing his footing, he had to hold tight for a minute to settle his nerves.
And then he slipped.
Sliding all the way to the bottom created a dust cloud and shit lot of noise.
Standing up he dusted off his suit that was threadbare by than, torn and ragged.
There was blood down the front, his wrist was bruised and bloody.
In the light, he could finally look at himself, looked like I was in a war Mac thought
The fog that had enveloped his brain was finally lifting and he could take stock of himself.
Feeling his face he gasped "My face feels like I had landed on my face or someone beat the shit out of me" he thought
Looking up, he saw what had startled him.
A hawk had been sitting there watching for prey and he must have been as startled just as much as Mac.
"A girl" it popped into his head....A girl, a lost girl.
Shit, Mac thought, A girl finally he had something.
He was searching for a lost girl.
So why was he being hunted?
"Good question Mac," he thought.
At least I've got something.
For once he had something smile about.
Knowing he needed rest and to get out of sight he grabbed the "Rue" branch and swept his way back to the cliff, hanging off one of his shoelaces so that is would repel any dog who thought to look up, Mac began to climb.
Grasping the ledge he swung himself over the top.
The ledge was small, 2 foot by 3 foot but big enough for him to settle on it as he checked out the entry to the small cave.
Dark and musty, probably rainwater found ways in.
Picking up a pebble, Mac tossed it in... nothing he picked up another one and threw it even farther, expecting something to jump out at him.
Nothing, well at least if it was large it would've let him know before he went in.
The Sun was starting to beat down on him and he felt he had sat there long enough, So taking another look around, up the canyon from where he came and down.
He saw nothing, heard nothing also which was a good sign...
The hair on the back of his neck stood up a second before rock blew out next to his face, throwing chips and dirt onto him.
Blinded by the dirt, Mac went from memory and dived into the cave, hoping he wasn't diving into the side of the mountain.
Another bullet followed him into the mouth of the cave.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

SHILOH Rough Draft Chapter 5 DEED


Smitty pushed through the saloon doors.
The place was full of cowboys that looked like they just got off a cattle drive.
Drunk and hanging on the saloon girls like it was their last love..
Smitty shook his head, letting his eyes wander through the crowd he found what he was looking for "Sam"  picking his way throughout teh cowboys he pushed his way into a space next to Sam.
"Hey what the hell" one young cowboy said but when he looked at the man who had shoved him aside, he just muttered "Sorry" and turned away.
"What took you so long and where is Jake? " Sam asked
Smitty had his story ready after walking 10 miles, he had thought it out very nicely he had to admit to himself
"What took us so long is that Farmer bushed whacked us and killed Jake"
"Your shitting me" Sam said
"No I'm not that Son of a bitch, shot Jake out of his saddle and I thought I had killed him but when I went to check him he hit me with a dam log and dam near took my head off"
"That son of a bitch, Big John going to be pissed about Jake"
"I know but I must of winged him, there was blood"
"You did" Sam said
"What do you mean?"
"He rode in this morning and was dam near dead"
"Where is that bastard now?" Smitty asked
"Laying up at Ben's widows room"
"Your shitting me, you were suppose to kill her?"
"Only if I got the word"
"You didn't?"
"Nope" Sam said
"That means something happened with Big John, that dam Sheriff must of put him and Frank in jail"
The noise didn't seem to bother the two as they talked, Smitty did keep watching the comings and goings, he was a man who like to watch his back trail.
"In jail?"
"Yea Frank got ansy with the Farmer and dam near lost his head, that Farmer hit him so hard that Frank was picking himself us across the room?" Smitty said
"Your kidding and Frank didn't shoot him?"
"didn't have a chance the Sheriff showed up" Smitty said
"Well anyway, let's go get the widow and kill that bastard" Smitty grumbled
"No need"
"I've got the Deed" Sam smiled at him
Smitty laughed "Well I'll be"
"Yea I heard the commotion of him falling off his horse and when I got there the widow Gabriel and Doctor where there, So I volunteered to take the horse to the livery station but before I did I found the Deed in his saddle bag"
"So now what?" Smitty asked
"I telegraphed the General and I'm waiting on an answer"
"So in the mean time we could have some fun" Smitty asked
"Sure tonight, or we could go up to the widows room and have more fun" Sam said
"Yea count me out of that idea "Smitty said
"Your turning yellow over a log being laid up against your head?"
"It's not that"
"Then what Smitty"
"Well, The Farmer does have a name" Smitty replied
"What could be in a name that has made you yellow"
Turning to face Sam
Staring Sam in the Eyes Smitty said, "I'm not Yellow and if you think that or say it again you better be grabbing Iron"
"Whoa, Partner calm down, So what was his name" Sam asked trying to defuse Smitty's temper.
Never takening his eyes off Sam he Said "Michael D'Angelio"
Sam stood there for a minute trying to wrap his brain a name that hasn't been spoken or heard of for four or five years.
"Michael D'Angelio is a myth, a campfire legend"
"You really believe that Sam?"
"Well Yea"
"I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone"
Sam just stood there trying to decide if what was coming was one of Smitty's tall tells or?"
"I was part of a gang that had robbed a Bank and some people got killed, that was suppose too, I mean bullets where flying  and a strare bullet I hit the school and a little boy was killed, Mind you it wasn't mine."
"Shit Smitty I didn't know you were a Bank robber"
Smitty grabbed Sam's shirt with both hands, pulling him close Smitty said, And you will forget it after tonight if you want to live another day."
"Yea, yea no problem, we all have stuff in the closet"
Letting go of Sam's shirt, Smitty went on with his story.
"Well we started to feel like we were being followed so we set up a little ambush."
Sam, back up a step and ordered them another round
Smitty went on "I was high up on a ridge with my rifle since I best shot, I was watching the camp when a lone rider entered the camp"
Smitty eyes went out of focus for a minute as his brain went back to those moments before all hell broke lose.
"Before I knew it all my Men were down, Sam"
"I mean down, shot to the ground, dead.
Sam thought for a minute
"How many?" Sam asked
Smitty looked away for a minute
"Twelve men dead"
"Noway Smitty something isn't right"
"Thats what I was telling myself high on that ridge until that Devil looked up at me"
"What? no way, how far away?"
"I must of been 200 yards in the middle of the night, pitch black, Sam"
"He looked at me and started to load his guns, I could feel Hell's hand on me and I ran"
"You ran?"
"When you face the Devil that is all you can do"
Sam wasn't sure he believed ever word of Smitty's story but he knew the Man was shaken up, 
"So Sam we are going to hit the trail first thing"
"Look Smitty, Whoever killed your men, is long gone and your here and how do you know who it was."
"Stories of a man called Michael D'Angelio whose only son was killed by a Bank robers bullet during a robber killed all but one of the robbers..."
"Holy Shit Smitty I'm sorry"
Smitty looked hard a Sam "You trying to be funny?"
"No Sam, I'm with you, lets get out of here at first light"

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

SHILOH Rough Draft...The beginning "Foreword"


This Book is a representative of my best efforts to remember my troubled past.
I have seen a lot and done a lot in my lifetime.
 Helping many people along the way.
And Killing those whose time had come.
I do not take pleasure in removing souls from this place, but these were souls that were lead by the Devil himself.
I have no choice in this fight between good and evil, I was marked by God to do his bidding and to carry out death to those who cause injustices to mankind......I am Michael.

The Angel of Death

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Shiloh, Rough Draft Chapter 5 "Friends"


Michael felt cool water bathing his face, as the dream fading, he finally opened his eyes to brightly lite room and a soft hand caressing his face.
Looking around his eyes finally adjusted and he saw a beautiful Blond woman bending over him...

"Your finally awake," she said to him
It took a minute for the words to have meaning to him and with a scratchy voice he said "Ya"
"Well you've been in and out for a few hours, first we had to sitch up that nasty cut on your head and then we had to break the fever.
Michael just stared at her, trying to remember what had happened.
The Doctor said you looked like you'd been through hell and back."
"My horse, Sheol"
'He is fine, he is at the livery stable" She said
As she talked she stroked his forehead with the damp rag as if she had been doing it forever.
"My name is Michael"
"I'm Gabriel"
Michael laid there for a minute before it registered ..."Gabriel"
Michael all of a sudden felt out of place...
Trying to sit up brought the feeling he was going to throw up...
Gabriel pushed him back down "Michael if you must get up do it slowly the Doctor said you might be dizzy at first"
Michael laid there for a minute before trying again slowly.
"Thanks, Gabriel"
Michael finally was able to sit up by himself.
Closing his eyes to chase away the dizziness he finally said.
"Do you a Ben"
A shadow felt over Gabriel's face... "Yes, Why?"
Michael wished he was anywhere but here...
"Ben came to my place badly beaten and gunshot"
Gabriel's hand went over her mouth as she gasped "Oh no"
"I helped him get better but when I was in town, some Men came and, well... Ben is gone Gabriel, there is no easy way to say this but those Men called themselves his brothers.
Gabriel burst out crying "Nooooo"
"I'm sorry," Michael said
"I should have known those men would be back"
Choking back a sob "Michael no one knows that"  Gabriel said.
She leaned into his chest sobbing more
Michael felt awkward but put his arms around her as she cried
Finally pulling back from her, Michael said, "Now they are after you"
Gabriel said, I don't care anymore, Ben was my life.
"Michael I don't think I can go on anymore without him."
"Gabriel you have too, we need to finish what he starts, if not for him then for you, this is what he would have wanted."
Gabriel looked up at Michael's concerned face, searching for some kind of hint finally she asked
Michael looked away for a minute trying to hold back the fury he felt for those men who killed a mere boy and a brother.
Turning back to her he said "I made a commitment to help you get settled on the land that's on that Deed"
Gabriel gasped "That was his plan, he said he would give me a home"
"Yes, Ben was on his way back from Idaho City assayers Office with the Deed his mother had left for him when his so-called brothers caught up with him"
"What about you Michael, how did you get that cut to your head?"
"I was grazed by a bullet on the way here, some of the General Whitaker boys caught up to me"
"There is something I need to tell you, Michael"
Touching his head Michael felt a little woozy
"Are you ok?" Gabriel asked
"Yea, I'm just a little light headed"
"You were saying?"
"It's probably nothing but a few nights ago I saw a cowboy watching my room from the street"
Michael thought for a moment "It's probably the one they sent ahead to watch you"
"Watch me?"
"Yes they want to end it here, and get the Deed from us," Michael said
"Where is the Deed?"
It was in my saddle bags,"
Michael was concerned and started to stand
"Hush Michael sit, the bags are safe"
"Where are they?" he asked
"At the front desk they have a safe and they are in there with a bag," She said
"Thank God, Michael whispered"
"The Deed and some personal stuff are in those bags"
"Do you want me to fetch them?" She asked
"If you could Gabriel, Thank you"
While she was gone Michael did an assessment of the room, Checking window, field of vision, hallway for escape routes.
The old habit was hard to break and it felt good to exercise them again.
Michael was laying down again when Gabriel got back with the saddlebags and the front desk clerk was helping with everything.
Michael could tell the boy was smitten with her and who wouldn't be the girl was very pretty in the raw sense of the word, you could some hardline that you would see in any woman that grew up in the west as she had done.
As he watched her he felt guilty of even think what he just did...but she was beautiful.
After the boy had left, Michael opened the saddle bag that should of contained the Deed. 

Friday, October 13, 2017

Shiloh Rough Draft Chapter 5 "Hard Ride"

Rough Draft..  Hard Ride

Michael's head felt like it was made of lead, he had to stop several times to throw up.
Sheol kept moving as if he knew where he was going.
Michael faded in and out as he rode drooping over the saddle horn, several times he almost toppled out of the saddle.
He had lost track of time, until the night started to give way to dawn and on the horizon Michael saw the outlines of buildings against the dawn sky.

Smitty laid there looking up at the gray sky, "What the Hell"
Feeling his head his hand came back bloody.
Son of a Bitch dam near took my head off.
Turning over onto his stomach, he tried to raise to all four, but fell over from the dizziness
Trying again he made it to his knees, wavering in place Smitty moaned as he got to his feet, :Son of a bitch I'm going to kill that farmer.
Finding his Winchester he climbed the embankment to where Jake waas laying, "The farmer must of laid him down" Smitty thought.
He had some explaining about Jake but he would just lie and say the Farmer killed him.
Something was bothering him...a name that the Farmer had said...Michael, mmmmm
Smitty tried to shake the cob webs from his brain but all he got was a sharp spasm that almost but him on his knees.
Walking down the trail to where he had left his horse, was like walking 10 miles with his headache and to find his horse gone only made him cuss  even more.
Smitty yelled to nobody as he shook his hand to the heavens, I'm going to kill you
Smitty had walked about an hour when something hit him.
D'Angelio... Thats it Michael D'Angelio.
Smitty stopped in his tracked, No way, No how can that farmer be Michael D'Angelio, no way!
I must of misunderstood, I mean I was hit in the head pretty hard and my eggs must of got scabbled. Smitty thought
But I feeling of dread seeped into his thought and he found himself trying to figure out a way to just hit the trail and forget Horseshoe Bend...Placerville, General Whitaker, hell even Idaho.
The more he thought the better he liked the idea of Texas but he needed a horse and the closes town was Horseshoe bend.
I get in and out and no one will see me, make tracks to the livery station buy a horse and ride out of town, no one the wiser.
By the time Smitty got to HorseShoe Bend it was getting dark and he was thristy, no harm in a little drink he thought.

Sheol, took him as far as the hotel, Michael tried to ease himself down off the Sheol but he fell in a heap.
There was was rustling around him and then darkness.

Michael was swimming, he and some friends had grabbed their fishing poles and had rode to the lake to swim and fish, Ma always like fresh fish Michael thought.
They had swam for a while and finally the boys had colapsed on the wild grass laughing and telling stories, of course girls always came up and that talk make Michael nervous, girls where a strange breed that he hardly understood.
He liked that they always smelled nice and seem to like his shyness
As they laid on the dock with the sun high above them, they heard some horses approach.
Jimmy Michael's friend said "dang Michael it's that Thomspon Boy"
Michael didn't like the bully and he always tried to avoid him but it was going to be hard today.
Billy Thomspon was there with a chip on his shoulder, you could tell that by the way his face was screwed up into scoul.
D'Angelio, Hey D'Angelio I'm talking to you.
Michael laid there another minute before replying "What do you want Billy?"
"I want you to stay away from my girl"
"Who is your girl" Michael asked
"You know dang well who she is D'Angelio"
Billy spit his tobacco plug onto the ground and swung down from the saddle.
"I'm at a loss Billy, I didn't think any girl wound have you" Michael said
Jimmy let out a gasp and said "Michael shooosh, Billy will stomp you into next week"
Michael held his ground as the older boy walked up to him and punched Michael in the mouth.
"Don't back talk me boy"
Tasting the coppery blood taste in his mouth Michael spit out a mouth full of blood he said "I don't know anything about your girlfriend"
Billy looked up at his friends and then over to Jimmy and Randy, smiling he kicked Michael in the stomach.
"Boy I told you don't back talk me"
Holding his stomach Michael managed to say "I'm going to kill you"
That brought laughter from Billy "Yea well it's going to be pretty hard while your laying on the ground Boy"
"Come on Billy leave us alone we ain't done nothin'" Randy said.
"Shut your hole before I kick the shit out of you" Billy replied
"He is right Jimmy said"
Jimmy had brought out his pocket knife and was fliddling with it.
"What you going to do with that" Billy asked
"What needs being done if you don't leave Michael alone"
Michael was on his feet by then and before Billy had noticed him, Michael hit him hard in the back of the neck and Billy went down like a sack of potatoes.
Jimmy and randy hoop and hollared with excitement.
Michael spit more blood into the dirt and told Billy's friend to pick him up and get outta here.
That was the last time he let anyone touch him.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

SHILOH...1st. Draft Chapter 5 "Hunted"

First Draft...always looking Beta Readers


Smitty said, "come on Boy show yourself, I know your down here"
Smitty moved causally  down the shore line using the moon light once his eyes adjusted to not having the fire light, he could actually see pretty good .
His foot hit something soft but giving Smitty reach down touching a hat.
Bringing it up to see it closer, It was wet with blood.
I got him, Smitty smiled, as he yelled again "Farmer give yourself up we only want the Deed, once I have that I'll let you go.
Smity was checking the underbrush as he went looking for any signs of blood or something being dragged.
"You've got my word on it Farmer"
The night had a chill to it, Michael laid there half in and half out of the water.
Touching his head he felt a long deep gouge where the bullet just about blew his head off.
It sure didn't feel like a close call, he thought
The water was starting to put his legs a sleep with the cold.
Michael was about ready to drag himself out of the river, when heard crash of something coming down the embankment.
Michael froze, whoever it was, they were mumbling to themselves.
Michael knew his head felt like it was on fire but he had to get to Horseshoe Bend before before Noon, So he could save Gabriel's Life..

In the Moon light Michael could make out a lone man about 75 feet up river...
The shooter, Michael Thought.
Brings back old memories, that he just as soon forget.
Finally after listening to the night noise for a few minute Michael felt he could pull himself from the small sand bar onto the shore without being detected.
Waiting for the rhythm of the night noises to continue, before he tried to stand.
He heard the shooter yelling more about letting him go.
Yea right, Michael thought.
Pulling himself to his knees, a dizziness took hold for a minute but soon his head cleared.
"Hey Farmer come out now and we can discussion a reward for that Deed, I'm sure you could use some cash to rebuild your home"
Smitty laughed at that.
Smitty plowed ahead figuring maybe the Farmer had got to the river and floated down stream.
Picking his way along the rocky shore he thought he heard a splash up head.
"Is that you Farmer?"
God dam bastard better come out soon or I'm going to start blasting away, Smitty thought
Michael grasped a short log that was about 3 inches around and about 3 foot long.
Still unsteady,  he moved into the brush that lined the narrow shore line.
He could hear the clicking of the shooters boots as they searched for a foot hold on the rocky surface.
Come on Farmer I know your close, come out and we can talk about this.
I didn't mean to shoot you, I thought my partner was going to kill you, I was trying to shoot him.
The shooter shuffled past Michael swinging his rifle back and forth in front of him.
After he had pasted Michael stepped out from the brush.
Smitty's hair raised up on the back of his neck as he felt the breath of death.
Swinging his Winchester in a wide arch, Smitty heard and felt the crunch of the log as it knocked him to the ground.
Somehow he lost his rifle and most of his senses but not enough to deaden his instinct to live and he pulled his Long knife, trying to fend off the attacker as he tried to wipe the blood from his eyes that was pouring from the head wound.
"Son of bitch you want to play that shit, I'm going to cut you into dog meat" he raved
Michael stood back watching the shooters feeble attempts to stab him.
Michael thought "In his mind he probably think he is on his feet and fighting off a 100 men"
But Smitty was barely poking at the air as his brain tried to catch up from the brian bruising it got from the short log Michael held...
"My name is Michael D'Angelio"
With that said, Michael turned and left.
Climbing the embankment was just about all Michael could muster.
Feeling his head, his hand came back with cloded blood and it was tender to touch"Probably an concussion" Michael thought
Reaching the top, he walked over to the cowboy that had sat back down before he died.
The front of his shirt was soaked with blood.
He was dead, Michael didn't expect anything different.
The night was quiet again, it was like the darkness could surround anything, taking into it's arms until there wasn't anything left.
Except for quiet.
He wished he had time to bury him, but he couldn't waste a minute getting to Gabriel.
Michael said a prayer for Jake and whistled for Sheol.
The horse came from the treeline, Stopping in front of Michael shaking it's head up and down.
Michael patted his head and said I know boy, Let's get going.