Gun Smoke Justice

By Robert F. (Bob) Turpin

Gun Smoke Justice contains two stories based on true incidents which occurred on the western frontier in the middle 1800s. They are tales of retaliation, savagery, and cruelty. 1) The Death of Charlie Little Coyote – Charlie’s woman and child were slaughtered at the Sand Creek Massacre. Held captive, Charlie was forced to watch the bloody carnage that followed. Following this, he went on the warpath leading a band of dreaded Dog Soldiers to get his revenge. 2) The Man from Dynamo – Ed Lyon was lightning-fast with a six-gun. When three gunmen murdered his one and only friend, Red Magee, he ached for revenge. Events led to Lyon becoming permanently scarred and disfigured – women and children turned from him in fear, men pitied him. Despite this, the scar-faced avenger from Dynamo kept his promise and avenged the death of his beloved friend.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304556936

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Gun Smoke Justice

Gun Smoke Justice

Copyright

© 2013 by Bob Turpin – All Rights Reserved

No part of this book may be copied or reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes.

Dedication

To the folks who like to read about the Old West.

The Death of Charlie Little Coyote

Walt Franklin, a tobacco chewing grizzled old frontiersman, was guiding a wagon train going from Ohio to Omaha, Nebraska. On June 24, 1866, he saw a man galloping his big bay horse to the top of a high knoll overlooking the Platt River wagon train trail to present Denver, Colorado.

Franklin lifted his rifle and took careful aim on the rider within range of the lead wagon. Then, he lowered his rifle. He thought he knew who the rider was.

Franklin stood up from his wagon seat so the other wagon drivers behind him could see him above the top of his wagon. The approaching rider rode down the knoll, the bay at a fast trot, and headed straight toward the lead wagon. The fellow reined his horse to a snorting halt beside the lead wagon wheel as Franklin brought the wagon to a stop.

Franklin trusted few people, especially those who ventured out alone on a wagon trail. He saw nothing suspicious about this young man, not his sun-browned skin, his long black hair, or his cold blue eyes. The youngster returned Franklin’s curious stare and then he smiled.

You took your sweet time, old man. Did you have to stop often to rest?

The lad, Andy Young, had come to meet the wagon train and lead it to a safe spot to cross the flooding Platt River near Big Forks.

The wagon train arrived at the Platt River about two o’clock in the afternoon and the large oxen teams tugged the heavy wagons through the deep mud along the soft bank. They moved deeper into the thickening willow saplings and eight-foot sunflower patches. Franklin was growing nervous after an hour had passed. Andy Young kept looking around the area as if he expected something to happen. It worried Walt Franklin when Young suddenly disappeared from sight. The visibility through the thick foliage had lowered to only several feet.

It wasn’t long before a number of war-painted Cheyenne warriors rushed out of the brush on each side of the narrow trail. Andy Young reappeared, his face streaked with Cheyenne war paint. He had led the wagons straight into an ambush. The Indians quickly scrambled into the wagons, weapons pointed at the surprised settlers. So far not a shot was fired.

The white settlers were forced out of the captured wagons and lined up on the ground. Andy Young’s real name was Charlie Little Coyote Bent.