Enemies Of Their Own Blood

by Robert E. Lee Hyde

 

Book Details

ENEMIES OF THEIR OWN BLOOD -- IS A SWEEPING HISTORICAL SAGA OF A DISILLUSIONED MAN AS HE FIGHTS TO RESURRECT HIS LIFE FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT. THIS IS A BOOK FOR MEN WHO KNOW THE HORRORS OF WAR -- AND HAVE AN APPRECIATION OF PERIOD FIREARMS.

ENEMIES OF THEIR OWN BLOOD -- IS A SWEEPING HISTORICAL SAGA OF A DISILLUSIONED MAN AS HE FIGHTS TO RESURRECT HIS LIFE FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT. THIS IS A BOOK FOR MEN WHO KNOW THE HORRORS OF WAR -- AND HAVE AN APPRECIATION OF PERIOD FIREARMS.

LEADING HIS TROOP of Confederate Cavalry in a suicide charge to disable a battery of Yankee artillery that was firing round after round of deadly “canister” loads down into the Confederate attackers that struggled up the slope …….. Sergeant Burton Allinder emptied his Spencer repeater into the nest of bluecoats closest to them and ordered his men to keep moving as he pulled out an old Starr pistol and used it to drive a spike into the touch-hole of the nearest cannon.

COLD AND WEARY, the wounded soldier urged his bay horse through the freak winter snowstorm, knowing he was heading home, home to the family he has not seen for two long years ….. Not since his state of Arkansas had foolishly opted to secede from the Union, and he had been conscripted into the army.

“IS THAT ENOUGH of a scar for you, Cap’n?” Burton Allinder said to the Homeguard officer as he pulled the shirttails out of his britches and opened the buttons down the front of his red underwear. The fat little Captain reeled back in shock when he saw the foot-long, flaming red scar that ran from Burton’s ribcage down to his left hip.

CALMLY, Burton dropped into his battle mode and took stock of his firepower as he waited for the approaching riders. He knew he couldn’t outrun them on his crippled mule. He could hear them coming … but darkness hid their numbers and their identity.

IDLY, he stood on the deck of the river steamer as it crabbed in sideways, against the strong flow of the mighty Colorado River, and settled roughly up against the dock at Fort Yuma. Crowds of Yankee soldiers were waiting to unload the cargo …. The last Yankee Bluecoat he had seen was over the sights of his Colt – and he was looking down the barrels of their rifles.

ARIZONA TERRITORY was exactly what he had been looking for – he felt it in every fiber of his body. Out here a man could do anything he was big enough to do. Who he was, where he came from, and what had happened in his past ….. None of this mattered to the hardy men he met. They were busy carving out their own personal pieces of civilization in this desert land – and fighting the savage Apaches.

 

Book Excerpt

Chapter 25 - SKULL VALLEY ..... When the Henry clicked empty he cast it aside, grabbed two Colts and had the hammers back and ready to fire when the nearest Apache was only ten yards away. Again, he cocked and fired one Colt and then the other, deliberately placing his shots with cool and deadly precision. Without warning, four painted Savages lunged around the rock and were almost on him before he could swing around. Firing as fast as he could, he dropped them all. One, however, not yet dead, rolled up against Burton's leg, still trying to swing his tomahawk. Burton stomped down and broke the man's neck.... The rest of the Apaches kept coming. He looked into their hate-filled, contorted faces, and somehow dodged the arrows they fired at him.... He drew his last Colt and holding it with both hands to steady his aim, he dropped six more of them, a heavy .44 slug in the middle of their chests. Their arrows still swirled through the air around him, but failed to find their mark. Those Indians still on their feet, shocked at seeing so many of their men fall, hesitated for just a moment, giving him time to grab the short scattergun and let loose with both barrels. That deadly swath of OO buckshot cut into them like a scythe swung through ripe wheat,leaving another dozen writhing on the ground.. His weapons now empty, Burton grabbed the long knife from his boot, and using the Henry as a club, he was ready to keep fighting ...

 

About the Author

Robert E. Lee Hyde

The author is a native of Arizona, son of an Arizona Pioneer. His forefathers fought on the Confederate side of the Civil war, one an unwilling conscript from Arkansas, and the other a volunteer from Louisiana. He has had a lifelong interest in that tragic War, and in the early years of Arizona Territory - he continues to write about that fateful era. The author can be contacted at: hydebayside@yahoo.com