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    A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant
    A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant
    A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant
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    A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant

    By S.C. Sherman

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    In 1902 Bass Reeves was a living legend.

     

    At 64 years old his more than thirty-year career as a Deputy US Marshal to the Indian Territories of Oklahoma was winding down. Bass Reeves had captured more than three thousand outlaws, murderers, thieves, and rapists keeping the "Hanging Judge Parker" busy with a steady flow of convicted men. Old Judge Parker was gone, like many of Bass' friends, but he kept on doing what he did best. Capturing malcontents hiding out in the territory.

     

    Chief Deputy Leo Bennett had a warrant that every other deputy had refused.

     

    When Bass finds out why, it's like a kick to the stomach. The name on the warrant is Ben Reeves and the charge is murder.

    Bass' son Bennie has taken off on the dodge and Bass is the only one who can possibly find him and bring him…hopefully alive.

     

    Enjoy the riveting true tale of Bass Reeves on the trail on his own son who discovers much more than he bargained for in the wild untamed Indian Territory of Oklahoma.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherS.C. Sherman
    Release dateOct 31, 2023
    ISBN9798223887874
    A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant
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      A Bass Reeves Adventure - Give Me The Warrant - S.C. Sherman

      A Bass Reeves Adventure

      Give Me The Warrant

      S.C. Sherman

      Copyright © 2023 by S.C. Sherman

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact scshermanbooks@gmail.com.

      The story is based upon true historical events, however, incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. This is a work of Historical Fiction.

      S.C. Steve Sherman is available for book signings and speaking events.

      Contact him at scshermanbooks@gmail.com.

      All S.C. Sherman books are available at www.scsherman.com.

      Follow S.C. Sherman on Facebook at www.facebook.com/SCSherman

      This story is dedicated to the real Lone Ranger.

      1

      Muskogee, (Oklahoma) Indian Territory, 1902

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      Bass Reeves grabbed a bottle and two glasses. He’d only been home an hour after a two-week absence. As a Deputy Marshal to the Indian Territories, the job demanded that family came second. He grimaced when he noticed he’d tracked dirt across the floor, realizing he hadn’t bathed in quite some time other than a splash in the Canadian River with his clothes on. Even that attempt at cleanliness had been a few days prior. May in the Oklahoma Territory was warm enough to draw a sweat by mid-morning and he was rank.

      Bass didn’t care about his duds or his aroma, he was just glad to be home, and home safe once again. In his thirty-plus years as a lawman covering the Indian Territory west of Fort Smith for Judge Parker, he’d arrested more than three-thousand men, scoundrels one and all. Murderers, thieves, rapists, rustlers, bootleggers, and all manner of bad hombres, he brought them in as ordered. Some of them put up a fight or refused to come along peacefully, while others came back tied over the saddle.

      As a marshal, he did what was necessary to stay alive. However, Bass was much more than simply a marshal. He was a legend among legends. A black man born a slave in the south, meting out justice on all evildoers be they white, black, Mexican, or Indian with equal fervor.

      He froze in his tracks, somehow sensing she was watching. He slowly turned his gaze back over his shoulder. With a hand on one hip, she cocked her head. What do you think you’re doing?

      Bennie’s here. He nodded toward the window. She saw the young man walking up the way, a spitting image of his father without the thick mustache and sixty years of hard living. He needs me, Bass said.

      "We all need you, Bass. You just got back. She knew she wouldn’t dissuade him. Don’t sit out there all night. He’s a grown man. It’s time he figured out his problems on his own."

      I know he is a man. He still needs my direction now and again. Don’t take that from me. Bass nodded. I won’t sit out all night.

      Better not, or you’ll have me to answer to!

      Oh, Winnie, you might be the only thing in this world that scares me.

      I don’t scare you, said Winnie.

      A ruckus of shouting and stomping emanated from the upper floor of the simple, farm style home.

      Don’t make me come up there! Winnie yelled into the ceiling.

      Yes, Momma, could be heard through the floor.

      She shook her head when she noticed Bass still standing motionless with his whiskey and glasses in his hands. Bennie knocked on the front door.

      Go on, git. Go talk to your son, she said, then turned her back to him and headed into the kitchen.

      Bass smiled. God bless you Winnie, you’re an angel.

      She just waved him off.

      Bass opened the door with a grin. My boy, Bennie!

      He stepped out onto the porch, pulling the door shut behind him. Bennie stepped close and hugged his father. They weren’t usually that affectionate and Bass uncomfortably motioned to the porch chairs.

      What’s wrong? he asked his son. You alright?

      Bennie glanced at his feet. I’m fine, how’re you? You just got back. What happened out there this time?

      Bass filled a glass with an amber colored liquid and handed it to Bennie, then filled one for himself. He sat, exhaling audibly, looking out at the red dirt glowing gold in the setting sun.

      You know, the usual, Bass replied. Brought in a couple of rustlers working out in the nation south of Limestone Gap, ended up near the Middle Boggy. Rough country. There was three of them, Texas fellas, only brought in two still drawing breath. Pay is the same either way.

      Bennie took a solid drink. You ever think you might be getting a little old to be chasing murderers and bandits? Maybe find a town job?

      Bite your tongue, Bass scoffed. I barely feel forty years.

      You were forty before I was born. You just be careful out there, is all I’m saying.

      I’m fine, just got a scratch on my hip. Nothing to worry about. Bass pulled his trousers out from his skin and glanced at it. Still hurts though.

      How’d you do it all these years?

      I’m careful, and I’ve been lucky. Never even taken a real bullet wound. Some were pretty close though, I’ll admit. Bass cast a wistful glance at the sunset.

      No, that’s not what I meant. Bennie tipped up his drink, swallowing till it was empty, then refilled his glass.

      What do you mean then?

      I mean how’d you keep Ma and Winnie happy? Bennie asked. You were gone months at a time…

      It was tough, but they both knew what they were getting when they married me, Bass said defensively. Had to share me with the badge, I guess.

      "Pa, you got eleven kids, and had two wives that both loved or at least liked you." Bennie looked dejected, still staring at his feet.

      What’s wrong, son? Bass said. Might as well just tell me.

      Bennie exhaled slowly and wiped a tear from his eye. I really loved Cassie. I still do I guess, at least I thought I did when I married her. Bennie paused. Most beautiful thing I ever saw.

      Bass emptied his cup and refilled it. She is a looker, but then I always thought Creek women were easy on the eyes.

      Silence lingered. Coyotes laughed across the field.

      What is it, son?

      I caught her, said Bennie.

      Caught her what?

      I had my suspicions, see, so I came home middle of the afternoon unannounced. I never come home at that time. I’m at the barber shop usually. So I surprised her, and I caught her.

      Caught her what?

      I can’t hardly say it. Bennie’s face twisted in agony as he struggled to find the words.

      Bass took another sip. He knew what was coming at this point. Years of arresting murderers, thieves, liars, and cheats meant he’d seen and heard about every form of manmade depravity.

      She was laying with him, naked. I caught her. In our bed, Bennie said.

      Bass refilled Bennie’s cup. What did you do? What happened?

      I slammed the front door and waited out front. I didn’t know what to do. I guess I froze. The man took off out the back and she came out begging my forgiveness.

      Beggin’ forgiveness?

      Yeah. She said it was an accident, it would never happen again, and she was sorry and all that, Bennie said. What was I supposed to do?

      Bass took another drink in silence, a stern look growing across his face. Dropping a supper plate is an accident. He shook his head in obvious disgust. What she done ain’t no accident.

      I love her…Jesus teaches us to forgive, right? Bennie looked at his father for approval in his decision. Pa, you taught me that.

      Bass nodded. I did. I taught you that because I didn’t want you to grow up and be like me, chasing evil men all over the territories keeping Judge Parker’s ropes full. I wanted better for you. A better life. I’m real proud of you becoming a barber. It’s as fine a profession as you could have, but this is a tough thing for a man to bear, son.

      What should I have done? Pa? Bennie pleaded. I still love her.

      You know I lived with the Creek for a time. And I will tell you their vision of marriage and faithfulness is not really the Christian way. They are a passionate and sometimes adulterous people.

      Bennie chuckled ruefully. You mighta mentioned that before I married one.

      I guess, but you seemed pretty hellbent on it and you were a man growed. I wasn’t gonna stop you from marrying nobody you set your cap to.

      What should I do, Pa?

      Well, you got more restraint in you than me. I’d a shot that man dead and then whipped the living God out of her for what she done.

      Bennie looked defeated. Weak. Tortured. I wanted to do that, I just didn’t know what to do.

      You forgave her, I guess. You’re a better man than me. She promised to never do it again?

      Yep, that’s what she said.

      And you believe her?

      I guess, I want to.

      I suppose that’s where it lies then. She’s got to prove herself true as the dawn. Bass reached across the table and put his hand on his son’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. I’m sorry this happened, son.

      Yeah, me too.

      Is it public knowledge? Or is just between you all?

      I think it’s private. I won’t tell no one. I don’t think she will. I never seen the man before. I don’t know who he was and she wasn’t talking about that.

      Maybe find out who he was and let me know, said Bass.

      Why? What are you gonna do? Hunt him down?

      You know I would. I’d do it for you, and you’d never hear another thing from that fella. Bass laughed and refilled their drinks. Half the bottle was gone as the sun slipped below the horizon leaving the sky as red as the Oklahoma soil. But I won’t do nothing ‘less you say to. I might just ask around about him. Find out what can be found out.

      I’ll let you know if she gives me a name, but don’t do anything, promise? Bennie said.

      I never killed no one that wasn’t trying to kill me first. Bass’s left eye twitched at a memory forcing its way through the whiskey. He shuffled his feet when a red and white hound laid down next to the chair. Other than that, ol’ cook, Willie Leech, he whispered.

      Wasn’t that an accident? asked Bennie.

      Bass leaned forward and stroked the dog’s head a few times. That’s what the court decided. He sat back and sipped his whiskey in the growing darkness. The light of a full moon lit the yard an eerie gray. Things that happen out in the territory aren’t always as black and white as the civilized world likes it to be.

      I guess so, Bennie agreed. Nothing feels black and white to me right now.

      You hungry? Bass asked. I’m sure we can rustle you up something.

      No, I’m good, Pa. I better go. You got young ones to tend to and a good wife. Bennie put his forehead in his hand.

      Bass refilled his cup. "One more drink and then you can go. And don’t go calling Winnie a good wife, you ain’t seen how surly she can be!" Though Bass chuckled at his own humor, Bennie saw the empathy in his father’s eyes.

      Thanks, Pa.

      Don’t thank me too much. You had it pretty rough after your ma died, and me gone all the time chasing scoundrels. I was not much of a father to you. Your ma, she was a good woman. She gave that good heart to you, may she rest in peace. Don’t you let the world sour that, make you a bitter old man like me.

      I’ll try, Pa.

      You’ll do more than try. You got a good trade. These female troubles will work themselves out. Look at me.

      What do you mean?

      Heck, boy, look here. Bass pulled his shirt open, showing an old scar in the shape of an

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