The Demons of Coyote Wash by Fredrick W Boling
Friday, December 14, 2001
Gustaf eyed the rattler as it slithered behind a sack of flour. He hated snakes, especially rattlesnakes, ever since he had escaped to the desert country. It wasn’t unusual for rattlesnakes to invade the one-roomed shack that he built out of adobe bricks beside Coyote Wash south of the Gila River in Arizona Territory. Snakes, scorpions, and lizards were but a few of the critters that preferred Gustaf’s abode to the searing noonday heat that baked the desert each and every day. But he hated snakes more than the rest.
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
