T-Rex Attack: War In The Time Stream: The T-Rex Attack Series, #1

By James Creamwood and Sterling Paxton

In addition to the dinosaur attacks, the Russians have set up a base in 1248 A.D., Arizona, where they are using captured Apache slaves to grow opium. The plan is to flood the streets of America with cheap heroin, and create an avalanche of new drug addicts.

Not to be out done, the United States sends its own team from the newly created Time Travel Service to counter the enemies' efforts. They intend to do this by catching their dinosaurs for a revenge attack against Russian targets. The Americans also have the goals of destroying the enemies' bases, and ending their ability to ever attack the U.S.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sterling Paxton
• Release date: Jun 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227394118

James Creamwood

The author wishes to keep his private life confidential and does not desire to reveal any information about himself at this time.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Gray Wolf was standing with many of the braves from the Mescalero tribe.  He was beating his sacred drum while others were performing the Sunrise Dance.  It was early spring and the people who also referred to themselves as the Inde, or Mountain Spirits, were engaged in a four day ceremony to celebrate a sweet young woman named, Spotted Deer, becoming a woman.  This girl was Gray Wolf's younger sister, and he was feeling a great sense of pride watching her dance.  The Sunrise ceremony also served other purposes.  It helped bring together extended families, while also strengthening tribal bonds, and deepening the Inde's connection to their own spiritual heritage.  As this sacred occasion progressed, the people in attendance each picked up a handful of pollen from a special basket.  Afterwards, they shook it over her head while chanting prayers to the Great Spirit.  Next, her father came forward to pour some corn kernels and candies over her head.  This was a symbolic gesture meant to protect the young woman from ever experiencing famine. 

The men of the tribe were dressed in deerskin shirts, loin-cloths, and moccasins; while, most of the women were wearing short deerskin skirts with moccasin shoes or boots.  There were decorated with colorful beads in a variety of colors.  Young Spotted Deer herself, was adorned in a beautiful, ceremonial deerskin dress.  The full length garment had many beads, with fringes around the edges.  It was common practice for both adult males and females to wear their hair long.  The women would sometimes leave their hair free, or it could be tied into a bun and fastened with a hair ornament called nah-leens.  This didn't mean that the tribe never had their hair cut.  When young babies reached a certain age, they would receive a ritual haircutting from the old medicine man himself.  It was thought that this would help to promote good health while they were growing up; however, the adults themselves never cut their hair.  They were very superstitious and thought it would anger the evil spirits, and bring bad luck to them, and their tribe.

The Sunrise Dance was designed to be a long tiring ordeal that would test the stamina of the young girl being honored.  She was required to remain dancing almost constantly to the accompaniment of dozens of tribal songs.  During the ceremony she would receive a lot of assistance from her godparents, and friends, but it was still a very strenuous and difficult task to complete.  The female dancers were wearing ankle wraps.  These had bells attached to leather straps, to accompany their their movements while dancing.

As Grey Wolf was playing his drum, he could hear the verses of a very familiar song which went as follows:

Ha- nam-a yo- o ya hai huh-wurt

(far on the dessert ridges stands the cactus)

Ka- na - hu- va muh- muhk

(lo the blossoms swaying)

Ka- cho-wuch-chi ka-no- ya ki-moi

(to and fro the blossoms swaying, swaying)

After four days the ceremony finally came to an end.  The native people then came to offer their congratulations and welcome Spotted Deer as a grown woman into the Mescalero tribe.  The long days of celebration had taken its toll, and almost everyone was completely exhausted, and dead on their feet.  However, there were still a few hardy souls who had enough stamina to stay up, and keep going.  Needless to say, the vast majority retired to their homes to get some much needed rest.  The housing they used consisted of dome-shaped structures were called 'Kowa.'  They were framed with cottonwood, or other types of poles, and thatched with grass, which was called, Pi.  Gray Wolf had rejoined his family, and now they were soon all fast asleep inside the comfort and safety of their dwelling. 

The following morning, he awoke before the other family members, and prepared to go hunting.  The first thing he had to do was rub animal fat all over his body.  There was a very important reason for him doing this.  It masked his smell, from the game he would be seeking.  The Mescalero tribe relied primarily on hunting, and the gathering of cactus fruits, or other wild plants for their survival.  As a matter of fact, hunting provided them with many of their most valuable products they needed to survive.  Besides food, this included shelter, clothing, and blankets.  Obviously, without these items, life would have been very difficult, if not down right impossible.

The Mescalero hunted a variety of animals including buffalo, jack rabbits, deer, wild turkeys, fox, bears, mountain lions, beavers, and eagles.  Not all of the animals were used for food.  For example, when the bald eagle was killed, feathers would be plucked, and its dead carcass left to rot.  Some animals were used for their hides and body parts, but were considered to be unclean and wouldn't be eaten.  Examples of these included snakes, turkeys, prairie dogs, and fish. 

Gray Wolf and his tribe would trade buffalo hides, meat, bones, and tallow to the Pueblo tribe for a number of different products.  These would include blankets, pottery, turquoise, corn, cotton and other items.  However, when hunting times were bad, the Mescalero would resort to violence, and just take what they wanted.  After a time, the Pueblo's began referring to them by a different name, Apachu, which meant—the enemy."

After Gray Wolf finished greasing his body, he quietly tiptoed over to where he stored his bow and arrows.  There were two quivers hanging there from one of the support beams.  One of the quivers had all the arrowheads mounted on the shafts in a vertical orientation.  The other had the arrowheads mounted in a horizontal position.  The choose of arrows depended on the target being hunted.  Game animals had ribs that ran vertically, and needed an arrow with the same orientation; whereas, a human being had horizontal ribs.  If the wrong type of arrow were used, it could get stuck between the prey's ribs, and fail to penetrate very deeply into the target. 

After arming himself, Gray Wolf filled a small leather pouch with dried deer jerky, and some corn kernels.  He then set out to find some game.  Two hours later, the Apache had crossed over into a vast area filled with scrub bushes.  He had come here many times over the years, and was generally successful in finding something there.  After searching for a time, he came upon some fresh deer tracks.  His tracking skills told him there was a big buck, two does, and a younger one headed towards the mountains in the distance. 

The skilled Mescalero hunter took off in a slow trot, and soon was working himself close enough for a shot.  He then climbed up on some large boulders, as quietly as he could.  He wanted to find a good spot where he could look down on his prey.  He knew that it would be difficult for the deer to detect his movements, from this elevated position. 

Once in place, Gray Wolf checked the wind.  He then slowly pulled back the bowstring until his hand was touching his face.  He took careful aim at a spot straight up from the back side of the deer's front leg, and halfway between the bottom and top of its chest.  A second later, when the arrow struck the deer, it jumped and took off running.  The other frightened members of its group also took off running.  When the hunter checked the ground where the buck had been standing, he found some blood, just as he expected.  He knew the shot had been a good one, now it was only a matter of tracking down the mortally wounded creature. 

Gray Wolf followed the blood trail for about 200 yards, and found the deer lying on the ground still alive and kicking.  The wounded animal was dangerous in this condition, so he waited while it grew weaker, and it movements became less violent.  He then move in, and grabbed the buck by its antlers before cutting it’s jugular veins.  As it was bleeding out, he placed his lips on the open wound, and drank his fill of the the dying creatures warm blood. 

Afterwards, Grey Wolf sat down to rest for a moment.  Some of the blood on his face then began dripping down onto his naked thighs.  Once the Apache had rested for a time, he began gutting the animal.  This was necessary to keep the meat from spoiling.  He began by cutting the underside of the deer from its butt to its chest.  Next, he reached inside, and pulled out it heart, liver, lungs, and intestines, while being especially careful not to rupture the bladder.  If that happened, it would likely contaminate the rest of the meat.  After the internal organs had been removed, he hauled the buck up a small incline and let gravity help drain the animal blood.  The Apache warrior then stopped to eat the deer’s  raw liver, before beginning to skin the carcass.

It was late afternoon, when Gray Wolf finally finished and started back.  Half-way home he saw smoke clouds signaling him to hurry back without delay.  He immediately tossed the deer carcass to the ground, and began running back towards his village.  When he arrived there, he saw his father and mother standing with several others waiting for him.

What is wrong? Gray Wolf asked, breathlessly, when he reached them.

It's terrible, replied his father, with tears in his eyes, Strange demons came, and took some of our people away with them.  They also used magic sticks which spit death, to kill poor Yellow Feather.

Yellow Feather is dead? asked Gray Wolf, in disbelief, but, how?

It was demon magic, replied his father, A big blue tunnel appeared out of thin air, and the evil ones came walking out of it.  When Yellow Feather challenged them with his spear, they killed him.  They then forced the whole village to assemble, and then chose the ones they wanted to take with them.  Now, there is no one left here except for the older ones, and the children.  They took your sister, Spotted Deer, too.

Spotted Deer—? gasped Gray Wolf.

Yes, they made her and all the others walk into the swirling blue tunnel before it disappeared into thin air.

Show me where this happened, insisted the Apache warrior.

Come, replied his father, as he led the younger man to an area just outside the village, It happened over there.

Gray Wolf quickly began walking over to examine the ground.  There were a lot of fresh tracks leading to one spot, but none leading away.  How was that possible?  People just didn't vanish into thin air.  The young warrior then began walking around the area searching for clues, but there was nothing of any consequence.  He took one of his sisters dresses and gave the scent to one of the village dogs, but that proved futile, too.  The canine just ran around the area where the footprints were located, and did little else.

Apache burials were usually carried out at night by a few warriors who were selected for this purpose; however, these men were no longer available to carry out this sacred task.  It was decided that some of the tribal women would clean Yellow Feather body, and dress him in his finest clothes.  After this was done, his face was then painted and he was wrapped in an animal hide.  There was a demonstration of sadness before his body was taken away for burial.  Yellow Feather's remains were then taken away, and covered with rocks to keep predators away.

The next day, Gray Wolf did a count to see how many members of the tribe was still left.  There had been seventy-eight before the demons had come, but now there were only twenty-nine remaining.  Everyone over the age of ten, and lower than fifty had been taken.  It was going to be hard for the tribe to survive, now that its healthiest and most vigorous members were missing.  There was a great sadness everywhere in the village, and no one seemed to know what to do.  Even Gray Wolf would sit for hours staring at the spot where the tragedy had occurred.  He knew his tribe was going to face a very dark future.

Chapter 2

Meanwhile, some seven hundred and fifty-four years later down the time stream, a distant relative of Gray Wolf had his own problems to deal with.  The young Apache had left the reservation in Arizona to pursue a life in the U.S. Military.  His warrior blood had served him well, and he had become an office in a very elite military unit.

Lieutenant Jack Bodaway's surname meant Fire Maker in his native Apache dialect.  The young soldier was among the most experienced members of Red Squadron.  This was one of the four units which made up DEVGRU, or as it is more familiarly known, ‘SEAL Team 6.’  In addition to the Red Squadron, there were the Gold, Silver, and Blue Squadrons.  Each of these units contains about fifty men, and were split up into three troops.

Jack's squadron had been returning from Afghanistan, when he and several other were given new orders to report to Harvey Point Defense Testing Activity in North Carolina.  The soldiers were only told they had the training and language skills for cross-border operation into Pakistan.  Other than that, there were no specifics provided.  This did not come as too much of a surprise to Jack and the others. After arriving in North Carolina, they began to practice assaulting a full-scale model of the target, they intended to raid. 

On Tuesday night, April 26th, Lieutenant Bodaway and his team climbed aboard a Boeing C-17 Globe-master..  After a six hour flight, they stopped to refuel in Germany, at Ramstein Air Base, before continuing on to Bagram Airfield, north of Kabul.  The SEAL team then spent the night there, before moving on to Jalalabad, two days later.  They were then allowed to get a few days rest and relaxation, before the actual mission was scheduled to to take place.

Shortly, before eleven o'clock on the night of May 1, Jack Bodaway climbed aboard one of the two MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters sitting in an isolated area of the Jalalbad Air Field, in Afghanistan.  A few minutes later the copters lifted off with twenty-three members of SEAL team Six onboard.  In addition, there was a Pakistani-American translator named Mohammad Fard, and a Belgian Malinois dog called Cairo.  The copter pilots were all wearing night-vision goggles.  This was to help them navigate the dark skies.

Hey, Lieutenant Bodaway, called out one member of his men, Do you really think that he's there?

I don't know, Chief, but, I sure as hell hope so.  Otherwise, the government will be wasting a ton of money on this operation."

Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first time, would it Lieutenant? interjected Petty Officer Adams.

Amen, to that, added a third man, sitting across the way.

Lieutenant Bodaway was dressed in Desert Digital Camouflage, and had a silenced Sig Sauer P226 pistol strapped to his waist, along with several extra magazine clips.  In his hands, he was carrying a Heckler & Koch MP8.  In one of his vest pockets, was a small book containing photographs and physical descriptions of the individuals suspected of being inside the target location.  Strapped to the small of his back was a blowout kit.  This was used to treat gunshot wounds, and other types of field trauma.  He was also carrying a laminated, gridded map of the target area.  This was a security measure, just in case things went to hell, and they lost their helicopter ride back home.  In the event that happened, they could try to return back to base by using a land route.

The MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters had been modified to reduce their noise, heat, and mechanical movements.  Other stealth features included sharp and flat exterior angles which had been covered with a special radar-dampening material.  The helicopters each had two pilots and a crew member from the Night Stalkers, or 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment.

The SEAL teams' final destination was a three story building in a rather small city called Abbottabad.  It was located nearly one hundred and twenty miles inside the Pakistani border, and situated north of the countries capital, Islamabad.  The Central Intelligence Agency had obtained information, that the terrorist marked for termination was hiding out on the third floor of a house in Bilal Town.  The plan called for SEAL Team 6 to drop from the copters down into the compound, overpower the guards, capture or terminate the terrorist, and then deliver him, or his carcass back to Afghanistan.

The Black Hawks made their approach into Abbottabad, while using the mountains on the northernmost edge of the city for cover.  When the terrain tapered off, the pilots turned towards the center of the city and made their final approach.  A few minutes later, Lieutenant Jack Bodaway and the top ranking noncommissioned officer knelled down beside the open door of the lead copter.  He and twelve others on helo one, were preparing to fast-rope into the terrorists' compound.  As they waited for the signal to toss out the rope, the other SEALs stood ready wearing gloves, and night-vision goggles.  However, as the pilot passed over the compound, and maneuvered into a high hovering position, the aircraft began losing lift, and causing Jack to realize that something was going horribly wrong.

Hold on, everyone, he screamed, We're going down hard.

The pilot realized that there was a serious problem and tried to guide the craft towards a large animal pen located in the western portion of the compound.  The men inside braced themselves for impact just as the tail rotor swung around and scraped against the cement wall.  A moment later, the coper came to rest pitched up at a forty-five degree angle astride the wall.  The downed aircraft sent several cows, rabbits, and chickens scurrying away from the noisy crash site to seek safety at the other end of the pen.

While all of this was happening, the SEALs in helo two were watching as they hovered over the northeast corner of the compound.  They weren't sure whether the first copter had come under fire or had experienced great mechanical difficulties.  The pilot decided to abandon his plan to hover over the roof, and instead, landed in a grassy area across the street from the terrorists' compound.

After a few moments, Jack recovered his senses and did a quick survey to see if anyone had been injured.  Fortunately, the team seemed to be in good condition, and he radioed the other copter that his unit was proceeding with the mission.  He quickly gathered his people together and ran along a twelve foot-high wall that enclosed the animal pen.  As they hurried towards the metal gate that closed in the pen, their combat boots became covered with feces and mud.  The demolition squad quickly placed C-4 explosive charges on the hinges of the gate and blew it down.

The SEALs then ran down an alley-like driveway with silenced weapons held at the ready, until they came to