Cowboys vs Indians

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Indian warriors grew weary from the long traveled road, the
new chief led his warrior followers down for a night sleep at the apache, the night was quiet, and they listened and talk quietly. They knew the enemy was near, their spirits told them to be aware. Months have passed since these Redskin Warrior’s went on a warpath, invaded their enemy on their own land deep in the heart of Texas. With little effort Chief RG, the newly appointed chief of the Redskin tribe, lead a furious blood thirsty attack against colonial Romo’s Calvary that killed the Sioux family many moons ago. The Calvary men were taken out in the quiet of the night and by morning colonial Romo realized that half of his Calvary where taken out in the quiet of the night, with a sharp toothed knife and spear. It took months to travel back from the long treacherous trek from Texas. Now they finally were closing in on the outskirts of the Potomac River. “We have heard footsteps of the wicked enemy coming closer Chief Waylay” said the young warrior who had recently been nominated by the clan as the New Chief and crowned

“We stood against them when they tried to burn our houses and take our food in our Sioux village, we killed there family’s and slaughtered their herd of cattle in return, we drove them away far from here, in Texas they are now, they are on their way here to seek vengeance on us.” The old Chief Washakie of Navajo said with a serious face of sorrow and grief, the tears from his eyes making his face appear of running mascara from the paint on his face. I have grown weary and old now; I want you to continue as the new Chief. The chief handed over a hatchet axe inscribed on the handle “Comanche Warrior” to the young brave. The young brave stared at the hatchet in awe and ran his fingers over the inscribed lettering on the handle. “I’m honored to take the realm of leadership to lead the Comanche once again Chief” The old chief smiled with delight, “be not fearful brave, but drive the enemy to their death” the light of the campfire grew on their faces making it a Princeton orange color and their eyes were of fire. The old chief cut a slit in his hand, and then handed over a knife to the young brave, and he cut a slit in his hand as well and the two hands met together. I will give you leadership over this tribe, your name will be Chief RG, you will have the strength of Three Warrior tribes, and I trust you and give you this honor. The young chief RG looked steadfast in the eyes of the old Chief, “You have my word I will protect our Navajo heritage from the enemy and drive them from our land, we were the first settlers and we’ll be the last” Their hands came together once more, followed by an embrace. The fire grew dim and they nestled in the night air, tossed and turned under their harvest wool but no sleep there enemy was near.

“The Cherokee Squaw is not going to speak, General” belched out a soldier; The General grabbed the soldier by the shirt and pulled him up close next to the sweat pouring from his unshaven face mingled with a brut nasty smell from days without a shower. “I want you to understand something this Squaw is not leaving here alive until we know where these bloody Benchod Cherokees are, we have traveled through hills, mountains and red clay and we will behead everyone of them Benchod bastards, they killed our cattle and 50 of our men, we will find them and bury them in their own blood, you hear me?” “Yes Sir General Romo,” The General pushed the soldier backwards over a stool and he feel to the ground. The General looked at the Squaw, took a shot of whiskey and spit it in her face, then held the barrel of his gun underneath her chin, “Tell me where they are, or I’ll kill you now.”

The dawn broke over the horizon bringing with it a red blanket over the sky that met the land and a fire ball eye lurking over the tribe. Chief RG arose from his sleep looked out over the horizon, the birds where singing a different song this morning, this would be the day of battle. He painted his face black and red to mesh with the earth and gave orders to the tribe to sharpen their hatchets, “Prepare for battle the Calvary is coming” Chief RG beckoned smoke signals were seen by the town’s people, heed the warning the Calvary is coming. The town’s people knew this was war, and their sentiments were with the Comanche tribe of the Potomac. “We need a vote of yea today, they need our artillery, the Calvary is coming from the west to seek revenge, if they take out the tribe they will also rob us and possibly kill our families, this is a ruthless general, I know what they did to the Sioux tribe of sitting bull and crazy horse. The Gavel struck the sound block, the majority vote is yea, a big cheer erupted from the people in the court, and they hurriedly scattered back to their homes and stocked their horses with Rifles and hand guns.

 

“The ruthless Calalry masquerades itself to represent America but we are America, we make goods and manufacture products to them we’ll cut the supply lines off and defend what will make this country strong.” Their hands meet in agreement and Chief RG gave orders to the armed town’s people to back them in the hills and stay within firing range. The townspeople surrounded the area and the Comanche tribe nestled themselves to the ground, camouflaged by war paint, rosettes and painted shirts.

The horses lined the outskirts of the village, general Romo took a swig of whisky from his flash, as he belched out the order to attack. The troops ran full speed ahead toward the Indian Sioux tribe to take no prisoners. Fire came from the hill tops as the Cavalry men started falling like flies from the horses. Bewildered and concerned General Romo ran in the opposite direction of the surging Calvary troops, he ran toward the back of the village behind the hills in an attempt to catch them from behind. The Comanche warriors rose from the brush and the ground an attacked the horsemen wrestling some of them to the ground, slicing their throats and beheading them. Captain Romo in fear and a coward tried to attack the town’s people from behind shooting at them and killing many. Chief RG heard the gun fire from behind the hills and raced to beat the bloodshed. General Romo reloading another round in his rifle was hurled off his horse from behind by a surging Chief RG, they wrestled on the ground trading punches , Romo reached for his hand gun beneath his jacket ready to pull the trigger , the tomahawk from Chief RG  Struck General Romo between the eyes his finger instinctively pulled the trigger and hit Chief RG in the knee, he hobbled toward the General who lay defeated on the ground with a hatchet buried in his forehead and blood streaming to the ground. Chief RG placed a foot on the Chest of General Romo pulled the blood stained Tomahawk from his forehead, and raised the Tomahawk in the air and with a violent thrust beheaded the General and took his head and placed it in a sack cloth.

The towns people where gathered below among the slain cavalry men, they peered over their shoulders to see the surging Chief RG riding in from the hill top. The Chiefs horse came to a stretching halt amidst the tribe and the townspeople. Dust and debris settled in behind him when the young Chief RG grabbed the general’s head from the sack cloth and hurled it toward the ground. A loud cheer rose to the heavens and the tribe and the townspeople hoisted the young chief in the air, jubilant and joyfully celebrated the victory over the Calalry and General Romo.