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- Herausgeber: Robert Hale Fiction
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Liberty Jones is tired of war - he fought hard in the Civil War, saw great suffering and endured much himself. Now all he wants is to be left in peace, but trouble has a way of finding him. He rides into the town of Red Rock to escape a marauding tribe of Indians, but any hopes of safety he may have held are soon dispelled. For the town is under military command and facing a gathering of great Indian tribes who are determined to drive the people from the town and reclaim their land. Liberty, along with a rag tag band of townspeople, must face impossible odds and soon blood will run deep in the streets of Red Rock.
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Massacre at Red Rock
Liberty Jones is tired of war – he fought hard in the Civil War, saw great suffering and endured much himself. Now all he wants is to be left in peace, but trouble has a way of finding him. He rides into the town of Red Rock to escape a marauding tribe of Indians, but any hopes of safety he may have held are soon dispelled. For the town is under military command and facing a gathering of great Indian tribes who are determined to drive the people from the town and reclaim their land.
Liberty, along with a ragtag band of townspeople, must face impossible odds; soon blood will run deep in the streets of Red Rock.
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Massacre at Red Rock
Jack Martin
ROBERT HALE
© Jack Martin 2017
First published in Great Britain 2017
ISBN 978-0-7198-2223-0
The Crowood Press
The Stable Block
Crowood Lane
Ramsbury
Marlborough
Wiltshire SN8 2HR
www.bhwesterns.com
Robert Hale is an imprint of The Crowood Press
The right of Jack Martin to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him
in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988
Contents
Author’s Note
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Author’s Note
The American Indian Wars were a complex and often brutal series of confrontations fought with great courage and ingenuity shown by both sides. In the writing of this novel, I have eschewed the modern ideology and avoided words or phrases like Native Americans. I have struggled with the modern concept of political correctness and then decided that it is not relevant to the story.
I have stuck to the terminology used during the period in which the story is set. Likewise some of the characters show attributes that today we would call, racist. But that was the time and place and it is a writer’s duty to reflect as much reality as possible in any fiction for the deceit to work. However, artistic licence has been used with location and particularly the gathering together of the great tribes in the interest of telling a story.
Jack Martin
Prologue
The Civil War had ended, the country was being rebuilt, the railroads extended. Men whose names would go down in history – Goodnight, Chisholm, Macahan – were driving thousands upon thousands of longhorn cattle across treacherous trails. Gold was being discovered across the West, and scores of whites ran rampant over grounds that had been promised to the Indians by the Great White Father; the vast plains once the preserve of the Indians and buffalo now rumbled to the sound of the iron horse.
Towns sprang up in the wilderness and grew at tremendous rates as the reconstruction started and slowly wealth began to return to a country ravaged by war. With this great expansion the American government once again moved the Indian tribes and once more the native peoples learned that the white father spoke with a forked tongue.
More and more whites came into the West and the Indians feared that their way of life would soon be gone, like so much sand in the wind.
Some fought back.
The town of Red Rock was less than six months old when the army moved in to protect the new settlers from the marauding Indians. It wasn’t much of a town, occupying only three acres of ground. Plans were that it would grow but for now it consisted of a hotel, a saloon, a jailhouse, a livery stable and several unfinished buildings. The Indian attacks on the town had been ferocious and frequent. Army intelligence learned that a large band of Indians was gathering in the hills above Red Rock.
The government wanted the town to be here; it would serve as a feeder between Indian Territory and the railroads. So after the first Indian attacks the army had arrived with orders to protect the town at all costs, and lumber that had been intended for new commercial buildings was commandeered and used to construct a massive stockade wall around the town. From a distance the town looked like a large fort.
The War Between the States had been over but a short time and now the decades-old Indian wars were going to intensify in brutal and terrible ways.
Chapter One
‘Liberty Jones,’ Liberty said by way of introduction.
He climbed down from his horse, slid his rifle into its boot and smiled at the captain. He watched the troopers close the stockade gates, ran a hand over his sweaty brow and spat a globule of tobacco juice on to the ground.
‘Never thought I’d be glad to see a Blue Belly,’ he said.
‘Keep a civil tongue in your mouth, Reb,’ Captain Nathan Roberts snarled.
‘Relax.’ Liberty smiled. ‘The war’s over. We’re all Americans now, leastways that’s what they say.’
‘The war may be over,’ the captain said, prodding Liberty in the chest with a long fleshy finger, ‘but the grass has barely grown over the battlefields. Don’t much pay to be making jokes in a Southern accent.’
Liberty felt a wave of anger in his stomach but he controlled it. He was a little over thirty years old and had served valiantly in the War Between the States. He had seen action and bloodshed on the fields of conflict and much more besides.
‘Can’t help my accent,’ he said. He didn’t need this from this pompous cavalry captain, who didn’t look so much battle-scarred as fat and weary.
‘That may be so,’ the captain said, ‘but you can sure watch what you say. War or no war, Blue Belly is considered an insult.’
‘We’ve another war to occupy us in any case,’ Liberty said. He cast a look back towards the hastily constructed town gates. ‘Something’s sure riled up those Indians.’
‘All it takes is the sight of white skin to rile them devils,’ the captain said. He gestured for two of his men to take Liberty’s horse to the livery stable. Horses were of vital importance in the current situation: far more valuable than a loud-mouthed ex-Confederate soldier. ‘Consider yourself under my command.’
Liberty was about to protest but decided against it. He had just ridden past a massive Indian force and had barely made the town of Red Rock alive. It had been more luck than anything else that had kept him ahead of the pursuing Indians. For the moment he had nowhere else to go.
‘How many men have you got?’ Liberty asked. The captain took a slim cigar from his tunic and struck a match on his boot heel.
‘There are just over two hundred souls in this town.’
‘Does that include the women?’ Liberty asked, pointing at a group of women who had congregated outside a large white tent. They seemed to be queuing for the food rations that were being handed out by a portly man in uniform. He was ladling dollops of a thick-looking stew into large wooden bowls.
‘It does,’ the captain said. ‘There are two hundred-odd people here, including yourself. Sixty of us are women and children. The rest are able-bodied men.’
‘How many soldiers amongst that lot?’
‘The regiment consists of over ninety enlisted men.’
‘Then God help us!’ Liberty said. He had just seen an Indian war party that must have numbered at least a thousand braves. All in all the Indians seemed much better organized.
‘We’re severely outnumbered,’ Liberty went on. ‘When they attack it’ll be in force. We won’t be able to hold them for long.’
The captain smiled as if to dismiss the other man’s warnings.
‘Look around you,’ he said. ‘We can hold the savages off for ever if need be.’
True, the town had been turned into a fortress. The army had constructed a large wooden fence around the young town, and had built several sentry posts which were manned by armed men. Effectively they had constructed a fort around the new settlement. It offered some protection against the Indians but would not hold up indefinitely against onslaught after onslaught.
‘You intend to fight, then?’
‘We do,’ the captain said. ‘Reinforcements will be here in less than a week.’
