This is a story of reality, a western tale of real life. The characters live a realistic life. This story could be true as far as what happens, but it is a f iction western. This is a story that many who read it, would love to have lived it. A simple but true to life story about people who live the good life, in a good town. There is pain and heartache, with some disappointment, but also many good times and good things for them to be thankful for.
Angel in Disguise
By George WintersAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2013 George Winters
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4918-3231-8Contents
Acknowledgements, vii,
Chapter One—Bear Attack, 1,
Chapter Two—A Painful Trip, 6,
Chapter Three—The Trading Post, 11,
Chapter Four—Lovely Walking Fawn, 17,
Chapter Five—Home Sweet Home, 25,
Chapter Six—Checking Traps, 30,
Chapter Seven—Fear, Excitement and Danger, 38,
Chapter Eight—Jasper Creek or Bust, 46,
Chapter Nine—Many Decisions to Make, 52,
Chapter Ten—Trouble Brewing, 60,
Chapter Eleven—Some Good Times and Also Some Bad, 65,
Chapter Twelve—Waiting and Watching, 73,
Chapter Thirteen—Another Dangerous Encounter, 78,
Chapter Fourteen—Wintertime Has Come to Jasper Creek, 84,
Chapter Fifteen—Some Unwanted Guest, 91,
Chapter Sixteen—Alexandra and Eliana Arrive, 97,
Chapter Seventeen—New Faces In Town, 105,
Chapter Eighteen—The Stewarts Come To Town, 114,
Chapter Nineteen—Trying To Get Home, 122,
Chapter Twenty—Headed For A Burial, 130,
Chapter Twenty One—Not Ready To Die, 136,
Chapter Twenty Two—Looking For a Horse Thief, 141,
Chapter Twenty Three—Something Good for Jasper Creek, 147,
Chapter Twenty Four—Looking Death in the Face, 155,
Chapter Twenty Five—A Church,A school and A Gunfight, 161,
Chapter Twenty Six—Dangerous and Deadly, 168,
Chapter Twenty Seven—Watching and Waiting, 176,
Chapter Twenty Eight—Some Changes in Jasper Creek, 181,
Chapter Twenty Nine—Jasper Creek, an Honest Mans Town, 188,
Chapter Thirty—A New Parson Means Trouble, 195,
Chapter Thirty One—Obey the Law or Go To Jail, 201,
Chapter Thirty Two—A Wedding Soon and a Bar Brawl, 207,
Chapter Thirty Three—Alexandra and Eliana Brighten the Day, 212,
Chapter Thirty Four—Jasper Creek is recognized, 216,
Chapter Thirty Five—Living in A peaceful Town, 220,
Autobiography, 225,
CHAPTER 1
Bear Attack
My name is Cheyenne Cody Jones, a fur trapper, Xstagecoach driver and Sheriff" for a short time in thelittle town of Jasper Creek, Wyoming. "Born in 1844 in Laramie,Wyoming."
My life was almost gone but given back to me by someone veryspecial.
"I, awake, to the sound of raindrops falling lazily on the leaves.
Starting to stretch I feel an agonizing pain in my stomach andall of a sudden realize that what I thought was a bad dream is realand very true. Fully awake now and realizing that I have beenattacked, my vision is blurry as I strive to open my eyes, and lookaround. Thinking it is just because, I'm not awake yet but as I wipemy eyes, I see blood on my hands and realize that my blurred visionis due to blood all over me.
Struggling to sit up, it all comes back in my memory. Ridingbriskly along headed to check my traps, suddenly a grizzly sprangfrom the bushes and as my horse spooked, off I came.
Hitting the ground with a thud, the bear on top of me instantly.Feeling his sharp teeth tear into my body with enormous pain nodoubt screams of fright coming from my mangled body. The will tosurvive extends beyond all pain and suffering.
Close to passing out, struggling to get to my hunting knife.Feeling my flesh being torn away, one bite at a time. I must havepassed out and the bear thinking I was dead, stopped the attack andleft me there.
Looking, down the ravine and seeing the mangled bodyof my horse, and realizing that the grizzly has killed and eaten aportion of the carcass. The Bear has gone but he may return soon.Possibly to eat more on the dead horse, and attack again if he seesI am not dead. Realizing my body is mangled and my clothes tornand soaked with blood, I strive to get to my feet. I must make anattempt to get to my horse. I need my Winchester in case he returnsor I will have no chance at all.
Trying to get to my feet, the pain is more than I can bear.Laying back down on the ground, thinking I will rest for a bit andgive it another shot shortly. Basically falling back to the ground, Ilet out a shriek as the pain of torn flesh and blood pulls from myclothes as I hit the ground.
Laying my head back and closing my eyes to try and gathermy thoughts. I feel I'm going to pass out and sure enough I dosuddenly.
The next thing I remember is hearing the footsteps of someonecoming toward me, the crackling of the twigs as the footsteps getcloser. I open my eyes, but am too weak to raise my hand.
Saying a prayer that it isn't the Crow Indians because they areon the warpath. Suddenly I feel a hand brush across my face. Islowly opened my eyes to the most beautiful Indian woman I haveever seen.
Hoping and praying that she is alone and has compassion andwill help me. Realizing being a white man and her an Indian squaw,it puts her in a precarious situation.
Saying a prayer and hoping that she will help me, and instantly Iknow my prayer has been answered. She raises my head and gentlygives me a drink of water from the canteen she is carrying.
She tears a piece from my already torn shirt, wets it with somewater from her canteen and starts to wipe some of the blood away.She is as gentle as can be, but I still moan in pain from the torn fleshand the dried blood.
Smiling to show her I appreciate what she is doing for me, butit is truly hard to smile when in this much pain. She looks down atme with a smile that is very evident she is a kind and caring person.Her dark eyes sparkle with beauty and caring.
I am truly overjoyed that I have been found and am beinghelped by this Indian woman.
Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth and saying a prayer as shecontinues to gently wipe the blood from my mangled body.
Love can hurt but love can also heal. "The grizzly had cubs andI got too close to them and that is why she attacked me and yet thelove for mankind from this caring Indian maiden will be the lovethat helps me to heal.
The sun is starting to set now and she begins to gather limbsto start a fire. She suddenly heads down the ravine toward my deadhorse. I pray she can get to him, get my Winchester and saddlebagsbefore the bear comes back. I watch her as she moves quickly downthe ravine. She is to the horse in a matter of minutes and soonhas the Winchester and saddlebags and is back at my side. She alsobrought my bed roll which is good.
She puts the bedroll under my head, I'm still hurting terriblybut I have a bottle of whiskey in my saddlebags which she finds,brings over and starts to give me some.
As a fur trapper for many years and dealing with the Indiansome, I have learned some of their sign language. I asked herwhere she is from and how she found me. Seeing that I speak andunderstand some sign language she starts to talk to me.
She tells me she was driven away from her tribe because she wascaptured by a white man. She escaped and went back to her peoplebut had been violated by this man and was considered unclean.
She draws pictures in the dust with a stick, telling me she haslived in a cave for many moons, living on fish from the lake runningthrough the ravine. How uncommon is this I asked myself and thenthank God that it all came about.
I truly believe she is a blessing sent from God and just maybe Iwas a blessing to her also. After several days of eating small amountsof the rations I had in my saddlebags and her catching...