I realize many of you don't know me so when I say that I support law enforcement and I plan to donate 10% of all sales from my book, The Border Guard to the Brian Terry Foundation that it may be just a gimmick. In 2005 I saved the lives of two Phoenix police officers risking my own life in doing so. That being said, Here is the proof. I don't publicize this but that's just who I am. So trust me when I do walk the talk and suffered the physical damage to my shoulder prove it which I still suffer from nine years later. I don't post this for your sympathy but to let you know that I mean what I say.
Walking the talk.
What they are saying about The Border Guard before it is published.
“I have completed the reading of “The Border Guard”. “It is exceptional. I anticipate it doing very well for you. There is nothing I can think of offhand that I would change. You should be extremely proud and keep pressing forward for ways to get it done….. “Despite my position with Mascot Books, I often have difficulty reading a book from cover to cover. This was not the case with Border Guard. You had me from Once Upon a Time to the End.”
Senior Acquisition Editor
Once again, another Border Patrol Agent is killed by illegals that were deported several times. Our hearts and prayers go out to the family and friends of this agent and for the safety of others that risk their lives on a daily basis to keep our borders safe.
God Bless You
I wrote about the yote in my book and described them in detail in , "The Border Guard". They are the drug runners for the Lupus cartel run by werewolves from Mexico, Central and South America. Here is one. which was shot while running at a hunter on it's hind legs at a hunter in Texas. Check out my Facebook page, The Border Guard for the picture.
As Described In The Border Guard
Werewolves are REAL!!!
Werewolves are REAL
OK, MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. PLEASE READ THIS. WE ARE TOLD THAT WE HAVE NOT BECAUSE WE ASK NOT. FIRST I WANT TO THANK GOD FOR TOUCHING THE HEARTS OF THOSE OF YOU FOR YOUR BOOK PRE-ORDERS AND SUPPORT. I LOVE YOU ALL. THIS IS EXTREMELY HUMBLING FOR ME TO ASK BUT I TRUELY BELIVE IN THE STORY I WROTE, 271 PAGES IS A LOT AND I AM PROUD OF THAT RESULT WITH "THE BORDER GUARD". I HAVE BEEN ON THIS CAMPAIGN TRYING TO GET THIS BOOK PUBLISHED WITHOUT A LOT OF SUCCESS FOR A FEW MONTHS NOW. I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME. MAYBE IT SEEMS LIKE AN EGO THING AND IF YOU KNOW ME YOU WOULD KNOW THAT IT IS NOT. I'M NOT THAT PERSON. THEREFORE I HAVE ADDED A DONATION BUTTON FOR $6 ON MY SITE AND IF GOD LAYS IT ON YOUR HEARTS TO DONATE TO THIS EFFORT OR NOT THEN THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND GOD BLESS YOU.
I KNOW DEEP IN MY HEART THAT THE GOAL I AM AFTER IS NOTHING FOR GOD IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE HE MAKES MIRACLES HAPPEN IF IT IS HIS WILL.
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DONATE $6 IF YOU DO NOT FEEL THAT IT IS FOR YOU OR YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT THEN MAYBE YOU CAN SHARE IT ON YOUR TIMELINE THAT OTHERS MAY BE TOUCHED. AGAIN THANKS AND GOD BLESS YOU FOR YOUR EFFORTS. 10% OF ALL SALES AFTER PUBLISHING WILL GO TO THE BRIAN TERRY FOUNDATION FOR BORDER PATROL AGENT FAMILIES.
Patinewah's character is described in this segment as well as how Patti, my wife and inspiration for this character got together after no contact with one another for over 37 years.
Patinewah is described in this post.
I know you are getting tired of me sending out notices about the Border Guard, however I did not realize that you could only pick one of the four ways to donate. So for a hug and a heartfelt thanks, I added a $6.00 donation plug. Thank you all so much.
Ok so here is my first attempt at promoting the self publishing of my book, "The Border Guard" on you tube.
My first promotional video
I realized I only gave you four options. If you just want to donate any amount will be a blessing. I just wanted to give something back. God Bless Ya'll and Thanks.
Each week I will add a different character description in "The Border Guard" and let you decide put the face with the character..
In case you forgot. This is PATINEWAH'S DESCRIPTION.
The name Patinewha was of an ancient Indian dialect, which meant “Daughter of the Moon”. Her hair was to her waist, jet-black and pulled back into a tight ponytail, which she had draped over one shoulder; this accented her flawless porcelain, skin. She was small and diminutive in stature and her large emerald green eyes glowed in the dark as he gazed upon her. She wore a low cut buckskin shirt that kept her breasts pressed hard against her chest that was in turn covered by a long, dark brown canvass coat with a high collar. Her tight fitting jeans and moccasins accentuated her petite but shapely figure.
So what do you think?
A) Katrina Law B) Jessica Parker Kennedy or C) Marisa Quinn ?
Ok, this is going to be fun"
IF "The Border Guard" were made into a movie. Of thr three ladies listed below, who would you pick to play Patinewah?
A) Spartacus' Katrina Law
B) Black Sails' Jessica Parker Kennedy
C) Twilights' Marisa Quinn
I will do this ongoing with the other characters as well.
I want all my friends to be able to afford and enjoy this, the first of four in a series of Sci-Fi novels that I am extremely proud of. I want you to be proud of me as well.. This is why I added Paperbacks for only $18. Believe me when I say if you loved reading or watching, "Bitten", "Vampire Academy", " Underworld", or "Twilight", you will absolutely love this.
I will support and defend, the Constitution of the United States, My community and the agency I serve, that I bear true faith and allegiance, to the same.
And defend them against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that I will faithfully and impartially, discharge the duties, of the office, of peace officer, according to the best of my ability. So help me God.)
Though the verbiage may change from one community to another these are the words spoken in part, by Border Patrol Agents around the country who risk their lives on a daily basis protecting our American borders both North and South against drug cartels, illegal interlopers and terrorists who in fact break our laws and intrude on our peace and sovereignty.
So were the beliefs and ideals of two Border Patrol Agents, Jim Duncan (Hime’) and Hank Byrnes, best friends since they were ten years old. Now in their late thirties, fight for God and country on the southern border of Arizona against the armed drug mules owned by the Lupus cartel of Mexico, Central and South America.
A chance encounter as they routinely patrolled the Salt Cedar infested river bottoms of the border landed them dead in the middle of a battle between the Bear Clan, a tribe of Cherokee Indians turned vampire during the “Trail of Tears” and lead by a Cherokee Princess, Patinewah. Her mission was to destroy the Yote, a subspecies of werewolf the drug runners whose leader was known only as the Colonel, the Alpha werewolf and leader of the Lupus Cartel since the 16th Century.
From this encounter Hime’ and Hank learn many things about Patinewah, The Bear Clan, The Great Spirit Bear, the history behind the formation of the Lupus Cartel and the secrets of the talisman. It was this knowledge that lead them into an unseemly alliance with Lalo, a Mayan Indian with the power to shape shift into a fierce 400 pound Black Jaguar on impulse.
Further into the investigation they learn about the Deputy working with the cartel, the catapults and the ultra lights used to transport drugs across the border effectively, attack drones used by the cartels to patrol the border, the mysterious disappearance of a Senator and his wife and the house with no doors.
They also learn that the majority of the United States administration and Congress are, in fact, being paid to keep the borders open for uninterrupted drug distribution not votes. A bond forms between Hime’, Hank, The Bear Clan and Lalo in the defense of the borders during which time Hime’ and Patinewah fall in love. Which leads to the creation of, “The Border Guard,”
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Pre-order your copy of "The Border Guard", today to find out how Sasquatch figures in to this crazed alliance between the Border Patrol Agents, Hime' and Hank, The Cherokee Bear Clan (Vampires) ,lead by the beautiful Cherokee Princess, Patinewah and of course the shape shifting Mayan Indian, Lalo as they battle the Lupus cartel lead by a blood thirsty Werewolf known only as "The Colonel".
This is Brian Terry, the Border Patrol Agent who lost his life protecting our borders from the drug cartels of Mexico. It is his Foundation that I will be donating 10% of all book sales of "The Border Guard" to once published. See previous feed.
Brian Terry Border Patrol Agent
After much thought, research and prayer I have decided to donate 10% of all book sales (once published) to The Brian Terry Organization www.honorbrianterry.org
Because after researching the organization I wanted that money to benefit our men and women on the border that are directly related to events that happen as they keep our borders safe.
Welcome from the Terry Family
Hello and welcome to the Brian Terry Foundation home page. If this is your first visit and would like to know about Brian Terry and the purpose of the Brian Terry Foundation, please read on:
Brian Terry is regarded by many as a modern day American hero who died a tragic death far from his hometown of Flat Rock, Michigan. Brian knew that his job was full of risk and danger. He and his teammates were well trained and equipped. They regarded themselves as the tip of the spear that protected our Nation’s border with Mexico. He died not knowing that that the men who were intent on doing him and his team harm were well armed Mexican narco-terrorists and that they carried assault weapons supplied to them by ATF/DOJ in what has become known as “gun-walking” as part of an investigation named Operation Fast and Furious.
Brian was known to love life. He lived that life to the fullest each and every day. His friends and co-workers saw him as a leader and role model. His family saw him as an inspiration. Brian possessed the great looks of a movie star and the physique of a professional athlete. He also had the charm and easygoing demeanor of the boy next door. Brian was constantly challenging himself both physically and professionally. His favorite advice to others was that there were no short cuts to success and that “you must put in the work” to succeed. Brian’s many successes included being a United States Marine, a local police officer in his home state of Michigan, a United States Border Patrol Agent and one of the Border Patrol’s elite BORTAC team members. He died in a violent firefight with drug cartel bandits on December 15, 2010 in a dangerous piece of remote desert outside of Rio Rico, Arizona. Brian and his BORTAC teammates have been nominated for the Congressional Badge of Bravery for their actions. The citation reads as follows:
“The four man element had occupied a remote interdiction site consisting of rugged, steep and difficult terrain for a period of 48 hours without relief. At approximately 11:00p.m. the team was alerted to at least five suspects moving into the interdiction zone. Without regard for individual safety, the small team maneuvered into a position to interdict and apprehend the five individuals passing directly in front of them. As the agents identified themselves, suddenly and without warning, the subjects opened fire on them. Placing themselves at great risk of serious injury or death, all four agents bravely stood their ground in an attempt to provide vital protection for their teammates.”
Unfortunately for Brian and his teammates, what they did not know was that these five illegal aliens were heavily armed with the latest in military grade assault rifles by way of a flawed ATF/DOJ gun trafficking investigation known as Operation Fast and Furious. Newly emboldened with their high tech armament, the five Mexican drug cartel operatives were more than ready to use those weapons even against U.S. Border Patrol Agents some 18 miles inside of the United States-Mexico border.
“During the short and horrific gun battle, Agent Brian Terry sustained a fatal injury. Realizing that Agent Terry had been injured, the team, without hesitation, continued to selflessly place themselves in harm’s way by attempting to provide life saving techniques for Agent Terry and providing perimeter security preventing the assailants from maneuvering on their position. One of the suspects was wounded during the incident and was ultimately taken into custody.”
The Brian Terry Foundation was established in June of 2012 by Brian’s family to honor his memory and to create a living legacy in his name. The foundation will attempt to honor Brian’s work ethic, love of country, and love for his fellow Border Patrol Agents. It is the foundation’s intention to do that by providing emotional and financial assistance to family members of U.S. Border Patrol Agents killed and injured in the line of duty. Among other activities, the foundation also intends to provide academic scholarships to those individuals wishing to attend college in pursuit of an education and career in law enforcement. Furthermore, the foundation will attempt to raise public awareness with regard to the flawed ATF/DOJ gun-walking investigation known as Operation Fast and Furious by encouraging the truth and seeking the facts of what lead up to Brian’s death and to hold all those involved in “walking guns” accountable by promoting a message of justice, responsibility and accountability within the federal government.
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So what do you get when you combine drug cartels run by werewolves, a shape shifting Mayan Indian/Black Jaguar, Cherokee Vampires and a couple of all American Border Patrol Agents in one location.
You get, "The Border Guard".
I wrote this!!!!!
My wonderful, wonderful friends, I realize this is hard times for everyone and money may be scarce to pre-order a book. That being said, I feel the need to go after this a different way and it will cost you nothing but a few moments of your time. Please find below the emails of the five major TV stations in the Phoenix, Az. valley. If you would just take a minute to send them a nice message requesting that I would be invited on their program for a brief interview about source publishing and my book, "The Border Guard". What have we got to lose?
Thanks all for your help and support.
Maybe the numbers will get them motivated.
As we begin another week there are some major things happening that will bring us closer to finalizing the publication of "The Border Guard".
Wait for it. Soon, "The Border Guard Cometh". I hope you are excited about the book cover as I am.
I wrote, "The Border Guard", out of a deep LOVE and Appreciation for my wife Patti.
While we worked together at Village Inn Pizza and dated in High School. It was 37 years from that time until we saw each other again. I moved to Montana and she to California. After finally making contact with her I flew her to Phoenix and from there we went up to a cabin in N. Az. While she told her friends she was comfortable being with me after knowing me in High School her friends worried for her safety. saying things like," You haven't seen him in over thirty years and you're going into the woods with him, alone?" "What if he's a serial killer or something." Needless to say I was not and we have been happily married for seven years now.
What you WILL find in this novel is a deep LOVE STORY between myself and Patti through the characters of Hime' (Me) and Patinewah (Patti) entwined in a Science Fiction adventure that is sure to knock your socks off. Much of the sarcasm between the two is real and fun. But the LOVE and RESPECT they show one another is very real in the story and real life. I hope you will take time to get enthralled in the LOVE ADVENTURE with us by logging onto www.gofundme.com/73tngo.
I would like to Thank ELLIOT CONNER for his artistic mastery in creating the cover for my first novel, The Border Guard". Elliot you ARE THE MAN!!!
It's official, here is the new/final book cover for "The Border Guard"
Good Morning !!! I hope you had a Wonderful Easter with friends and family. If you have not had the opportunity please log onto rogerfoundation.org and help me support these wonderful people as they help our men and women that keep our America safe.
While they do not have fancy electronic gadgets and weapons to fight off the drug invaders from Mexico and South America, Hime' and Hank do have good old fashion American country boy ingenuity that allows them the ability to design their own weapons to protect this country from invasion, from scratch.
It's just the American way.
This is America and united we stand against intruders.
Thank you Elliot Conner for an amazing book cover.
We have a cover, how exciting!!!!!
I am not a writer, ( no comments please) I was inspired by my wife Patti back in 2009 for the heroine , (Patinewah) in my book, "The Border Guard". I began writing at that time, (about three chapters) and let it sit on the computer until 2012 when I was waiting during a 2 hour layover in the Salt Lake Airport on my way to take my grand daughter Ivvy on her first Elk hunt in Montana.
During that time I wrote 25 pages. (Holy Crap!!!) I continued to write through out the trip. (No. not while in Montana I was hunting, cutting and splitting firewood and living the dream). However on the plane there and back I wrote. I came home, set my computer on the kitchen table and continued writing while watching and analyzing with my wife, what else? Werewolf/vampire shows(movies).
I realized my story was nothing like what I was watching.(it was much better) I began visualizing a movie and as I wrote I would listen to music from the 60's and 70's that I grew up with. (certain battle scenes I would close my eyes and listen to songs like, "Darkness Darkness" by the Youngbloods, callin Patti over to listen to each song and imagine the scene as it unfolded. She did it willingly. From my research on the Cherokee history I developed a deep appreciation for the plight of that nation.
The result, an incredible Sci-Fi love story which is real, bundled with action, adventure, history and a lot of real life experiences. After months of waiting for publishers and agents to respond I decided to go with, http://www.gofundme.com/73tngo
and that is where I am today, writing the sequel the same way.
BLOOD MOON SPECIAL!!!
The Blood Moon has always been associated with Werewolf /Vampire lore throughout the years. So in observance of the Blood Moon Phenomenon , for every donation you will receive an additional copy of "The Border Guard" until midnight April 15th.
Those that have already donated will automatically receive that special.
For those of you that may be tuning into "The Border Guard" for the very first time I invite you to visit the site http://www.gofundme.com/73tngo
and start from the beginning to try to put this together. Then share this with your Facebook friends and email connections so we can get the thing published. You are all awesome and I really appreciate your help and support.
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
Let's get this done.
THE BORDER GUARD
BY J.L. SOLOMON
KICKIN ASS AND TAKIN NAMES
This is the last chapter of "The Border Guard", the end will completely blow you away but you won't be able to read it until you pre-order the book.
What will happen to the Border Patrol Agents or the Bear Clan in the final battle and what of the yotes? Who is the winner here?
"God I love blowing shit up." Hank said. "How much Draino per condom?" "About half a condom of Draino then you tie it in a knot." "Damn I could usually fill a condom more than that." "Too much information Henry," Patti said, "I'll second that," Lalo added. Hime' continued. "It usually takes about twenty minutes for the gas to eat through the condom and in a couple minutes after that, BOOM!!!" Hime' smiled as he described the process.
"I just thought of something," Hime' said. "Holy Shit", Hank said it's a first. "Ok smart ass, what are we going to do with Lalo while we are in the store?" "Holy Shit Hime' you're right." "I don't know," Hime' said. "Pull over at this gas station and I'll run in for a tarp."
Hank pulled over and Hime' ran in and picked up a cheap tarp. He came running out and threw it over the back and Lalo and they drove on to the drug store. "Wait here Henry while I run in and get the condoms." Hime' said, as he walked through the door and up to the counter. At the counter was a nice elderly lady waiting for Hime' to reach the counter so she could help him. "May I help you young man?" she asked pleasantly. "Yes ma'am, Hime' responded equally as pleasant. "I would like fifty unlubricated condoms please." The lady, caught totally by surprise said, "You would like what?" as she began to blush. "Oh, Hime' said, "I need fifty unlubricated condoms please." "Well, I don't know she said, "I have never had a request like that before." " How do you know if they are lubricated?" she asked, blushing even more now. "I don't know Hime' said, "I don't use them myself." "Oh she said,"Eh, you don't?" Hime' knowing he had her completely confused replied, "No ma'am, I just use a sock."
The woman now was completely befuddled as she pulled box after box out for Hime' to read, until he found the right ones. "Here we go he said as he started counting out fifty of them." Hime' pushed the counted pile toward her as she began to ring them up and bag them. Hime' paid and thanked her for her help and headed out the door laughing to himself.
Jumping in the Jeep he was greeted by, "I use a sock, really?" "Oh shit Hime' told Henry, "You heard that?" "We all did honey," Patti said with the clan laughing in the background "Your horrible James," Patti scolded. "Yeah, Hank interceded, but it was hilarious."
Hank started driving in the direction of the farmhouse as Hime' began pouring Draino into each condom, tying them off and putting them into a bag. He ended with number forty-seven and ran out.
"Hey he said, that old gal shorted me three condoms!" "Maybe she figured you could just use your sock in place of the rest." Patti laughed along with everyone else that heard it. "Funny woman, real funny," Hime' came back.
THE BORDER GUARD
They ran to the upper level and watched out the one-way windows as the yotes began to gather around the house. BOOM!!! "There goes another yote, Hime'," Yarnell said. "Let's not do anything unless we absolutely have to," Hime' said rubbing the back of his neck, I have an idea for sun up when they leave." "Oh shit, Hank acknowledged, I know that look," what's going on it that Hime' head of yours?" "I'll let you all in on it later, Hime' said continuing to rub his neck, realizing that the yotes still do not know if anyone is in the house or even in the vicinity. "Though the yotes are vicious, killing machines, they truly are not too bright for a carnivore," Hime' said.
"Remember Hime', Yarnell reminded him, they are only the soldiers." "The ones with the brains will not be on the front lines until they are expecting victory." "˜True, Hime' agreed, "we just have to move and plan for their failures, like a chess master to win this one, staying one jump ahead every step of the way."
Because of the length of the windows and their position around the upper living area every one of the Clan and the braves could sit on the floor along with Hime', Hank, Patti and Lalo, and watch in every direction for the yotes movement. Then went another flash to go along with a loud BOOM!!! "Huh, Hank said, another one bites the dust." "God I love this show," he continued. "This is better than the light show at the Led Zepplin concert," Hank went on.
"You guys watching that chopper in the air coming out of the south?" "Yeah, he's got a huge set of guns and a pretty good search light on that thing." "He's definitely looking for someone." "Like us, maybe?" "Anyway Yarnell, what did you guys see at the Cantina?" "This," he answered as Yarnell circled the entire area outside with his arm. "Shit Henry, we got our own little Alamo going right here in southern Arizona." Hime' continued, "How many do you figure are out there Yarnell?" "Close to three hundred that we can see, I spect." Yarnell answered, why?" "They outnumber us ten to one' Hank, said. "Do you want us to summon more braves Hank?" Tomi asked. "No, we can take these guys out, all of them."
"Hime', Hank asked, how far would you range that chopper?" "Bout sixty to seventy yards, why?" "You want to get the Barret?" Hank asked. "Nope the "Bang stick?" "Exactly, can you hit that guy with one when he turns away from the house?" "I'll need more powder to finish him, I'll run down and make one a little more potent," be right back." Hime' ran down the tunnel and into the dining room where he had just been making bang sticks for the yotes." He knew what to fill the arrow with from a past incident with a black helicopter in Montana. This was no different and they won't know where the blast came from in the dark. He made up two of them just in case.
Climbing out the top of the house into what Hime' likened to a machine gun turret, he sat, watched and waited. "Can you see the fuel tank in the dark Hime'?" Hank asked.
"No, but I need to make sure this bitch doesn't fly into the house when he's hit." Hime' responded, "My guess, he'll think it's mechanical failure and try to make it back to where it came from and then blow completely up." Hime' continued.
"Ready Hime', here he goes, he's turning around." Hank said. "This guy's going to light up like a Christmas turkey when it blows so look all around on impact and get a count of yotes." "Will do," Little Quail answered as Patti patted him on the shoulder then ran up to be with Hime'. Of course Lalo was already there for moral support. " Let him have it buddy." Hank remarked. Hime' did let him have it, with maybe a little too much powder as the chopper went only about another twenty yards, before it blew apart and dropped straight down in a ball of flames." "Shit, Hime' and Hank said at the same time in different locations of the house." Either way everyone knew what they meant, as the chopper was not that far from the house when it blew and one of the blades lodged in the side of the house.
"Yarnell, Hank asked, "Did you get a yote count?" "˜"There was a shit load of em, Yarnell said, to many to count in all the confusion outside, they were running everywhere."
"Well, the good thing is they haven't a clue, that was anything but a mechanical malfunction." "Boy did they scatter and run away when that thing lit up." "Get ready for hell, this is just the beginning." Yarnell added. "Well I know what I want to do, Patinewah said as they came down the stairs." "What would that be big sister?" Little Quail asked walking over to her and hugging her tightly. I want a Ceremonial wedding dress and Helena is brining me one." "What? Yarnell shouted, "You want a what?" "My own ceremonial wedding dress," Patti shouted back." "˜"I think it's a great idea." Little Quail said. "Shut up little brother," Yarnell said, giving him the evil eye. "What? big brother," what did I say?' "Nothing, go ahead Newah, if this is what you want." " You know it's what I want more than anything." "Then you should have it little sister. "My big, wonderful, protective brother, I love you sooo much and always will." Patti said hugging Yarnell. "I will be fine, and my family will be here when I want to see them." "I understand Newah but I have protected you all your life, an." "And you will still protect me my brother," Patti interrupted as she touched his cheek with her palm. "My place is with James, I have felt that since the first day I saw him and that feeling has never changed." "Then this is how it should be."
Yarnell had a lot to deal with but in his heart he knew she was right. He liked and trusted Hime', and he knew Hime' would take care of Patinewah. "Looks like we got some doins coming up." Hank said. "What the wedding?" Lalo asked. "No, Little Quail said, moving toward the window, Look out there," he said spinning his spear in his hands.
They all just stood there watching as the yotes gathered about a mile away, just on the other side of the river bottom. All that could be seen was the headlights, a lot of them.
"What are they doing down there?" Patti asked. "Let' go find out, Little Quail offered. Tomi agreed. "We can cloud up and be over there in seconds," Little Quail added. "He's right," Yarnell said, let's go, just us three." "Be careful my brothers," Patinewah warned, "I want you all three at my wedding." "We won't be gone long, Yarnell continued, "we can cloud up and leave from the roof hatch." "Good idea, Hank said, I'll open the hatch."
They all headed for the roof hatch with Lalo leading the way. Lalo climbed up on to the roof and watched as the three just turned into mist and floated through the roof and into the air toward the yotes.
"We'll contact you when we see what's over there," Yarnell told them telepathically. "We'll wait here for you, let us know what you guys see there." "We are over them now, Yarnell announced, yotes in canine and human form and one human is yelling at them." "They have lot's of guns, " Little Quail again interrupted. "He is asking them what the hell they are chasing, their tails?" Little Quail relayed back to the group, "He's pissed, he just shot one of the yotes in the head," Yarnell continued. "Good, Hank said, that's one we don't have to deal with."
"They're all over but they still do not know who or what they are after," The main human is telling them to get back across the border, now!" "We're coming back." "There will be no battle tonight." Yarnell finis
Has you interest been sparked? 271 pages, 84,917 words. 19 chapters. Yes, I did this. What a blessing. Thanks to those who have already been there for me.
Only two Chapters left. Has this given you enough to be a partner in a worthy cause? My life long friends, I look to you for your support. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
THE BORDER GUARD
Upon meeting with the store keeper, Hime' asked where they might find leg hold traps. The shop owner obliged pointing in the direction of the traps. "Have a coyote problem mister?" The shop owner asked. "More than you know sir." Hime' responded. Picking up the traps by the drag chain, Hime' counted out thirty of them. Looking over at Hank. "That about right on the count Henry?" "Yep, Hank responded, that'll about doer." Stopping at the front counter to pay, Him' asked, "Oh, do you have any silver nitrate?" The shop owner replied, why yes we do sir, in one pound glass bottles." Hank knew exactly what Hime' was thinking and grabbed about thirty bottles. "I Think That'll do it sir." Hime' said, pulling out his wallet. "You guys must need a lot of first aid where you're from. " No we just live way out and try to stock up when we can." Hank replied. "Well, you can never be too prepared, I always say." The shop owner added.
Their purchase completed, they grabbed their traps and other stuff and went over to drop them off at the truck. Hime' opened the door to the back and dropped the stuff on the floor, "All clear Lalo?" Hime' asked. "There are three guys on motor cycles standing over there in front of the bar that keep looking at the truck as if they had seen it before." Lalo replied.
"Ok, we'll watch them when we drive over to the grocery store and see if they follow us." Hime' commented, putting the truck in reverse and driving off toward the grocery store. The parking lot was full but Hime' found a parking spot kind of close. As he and Hank walked toward the store they watched as the three cyclists pulled into the lot. "You got the Judge on you Henry?" Hime' asked. "Always", Hank responded. Ya know, these guys don't look like yotes to me Hime' thought to himself." "You think they are human?" Lalo asked. "Possibly," Hime' answered. "We'll see Hime' said as they walked into the store. "Just a heads up guys, they're following you into the store." Lalo relayed.
" I figured they would," Hime' said, we'll take em out when we get back to the truck."
Hank and Hime' wandered around the store grabbing bread, eggs, bacon, frozen hashbrowns, OJ, milk and pancake mix. "Anything else you can think of Henry?" Hime' asked. "Na, I think we're good." "Would you guys get some vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup and maybe some orange sherbet?" Patti requested. "Sure, Hime' laughed, looking over at Hank, "I didn't know you liked ice cream." "I don't know either, I just saw a picture in a magazine and it looked good." "Ok we'll get that," Hime' acknowledged. "Better get an ice chest and some dry ice to keep it cold or it's going to melt." Hank recommended. "Good idea buddy, Hime' replied. "Let's get one big enough and we'll just put all the groceries in it." "Great idea Henry, we'll do that. "After filling their cart, they headed for the check out. "Notice the cycle guys have not removed their helmets the whole time they've been in the store?" Hank noticed. "Yea, Hime' responded, "I figure they will follow us to the truck. They left the store being followed by the cycle riders but to their surprise only one followed them to the truck. As Hime' opened the door to distract him Hank pulled the Judge and stuck it in the helmet of their follower. "Whoa, Hank, a voice said. The voice sounded familiar so hank put down the gun and pulled the helmet off the person following them, revealing Hank's buddy from the ATF. " I didn't want these guys to know that I was doing you a favor Hank," That's why I came over by myself. "I wanted to let you know every one of those numbers you gave me were from the "Fast and Furious" list. "Did the Deputy ever turn in those guns to ATF?" Hime' asked. " Nope, the agent said we never saw him and when we tried to contact him, well we never got a response." "You guys haven't seen him have you?" "No, Hank said they both shook their heads. "I wonder if he was working for the cartels." the agent suggested.
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Then three Amigos, Hime' Hank and Lalo were now in the cellar waiting on the others. "We need a good strategy, we need to decide if we are going to take the battle to them or if we are going to wait for it." Hime' said. "That's the issue Hime', Hank said. "I feel that if we wait for it, they are setting the time putting us in defense mode and I don't like that." "Nor I,"Yarnell added from outside.
"By the way have you guys seen any of the little flying machines that are coming across the border?" Yarnell continued. " What Hime' said you mean like a plane?" "I guess Yarnell added but there is only one man sitting outside." "They are called ultra-lights, little one man flying machines." "Why do you ask, Yarnell?" Hank interceded.
"I just saw about half a dozen of them flying like geese in formation over the area where we found the tunnel, burned their drugs and threw them back over." "Bet they are using that field as a landing strip and now I wonder if they have dug out that tunnel." Hime' wondered. "Nah, they couldn't have," Hank interrupted. "That ground was turned to powder, the C-4 caused that tunnel to collapse completely." "We need to go check this out," Henry. Hime' said looking toward the door." "Not at night," Lalo added, we'll go in the morning."
"When are you guys coming back in? Yarnell?" "We will be there soon." "We are actually with these ultra-lights following above them to see where they land." "They are getting lower to the ground." "Yarnell, watch for them to drop that pot off in the bed of a truck.' That's exactly what they do." Hime' said. Hank and Hime' knew that they all carried four hundred and ninety-eight pounds of drugs with them on each trip.
You see in the U.S. if you get busted with a pound of pot as a U. S. citizen you would go to jail but if you are an illegal alien as long as you get busted with less than five hundred pounds of pot then they will let you go. That sounds so screwed up but it's a fact. "We will watch them for only a short while then return to the cellar and let you know what they are doing and where they are landing." "Are you guys all clouded up?" Hime' asked. "Yea, don't worry honey," we'll be ok." "Hey Patinewah added, you were right, there are six trucks waiting for them just outside this little farming area and sure enough they have a lever that they pull and it drops the bale right into the truck." "We're right above them and can see everything they are doing," Yarnell added.
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The morning was rainy and dark. Hime' loved it that way. Matter of fact it was so dark from the clouds that it was almost like dusk. Hime' went back down the stairs of the cellar after peering out of the garage to check the weather, and set to his usual morning ritual of making coffee. This morning was special, Hime' had received Tanzanian Coffee from a good friend in Tanzania, Africa. He had received it earlier in the week and he waited for it to brew then fixed a cup and headed back toward the door. Taking his first step up the stairs he heard Lalo, "Want some company?" Lalo asked, in his human voice. Hime' looked back to see Lalo had shifted into his human form. "Sometimes I miss the taste of the coffee as the cat, Lalo stated. "Well, Lalo, we could pour some in a bowl for you." "It just doesn't taste the same as drinking it out of a cup, you know?" "Yes, I do buddy, here Hime' said, handing Lalo a cup of coffee. "Want anything in it?" "˜Nope' black like me is fine."
They both walked up together, found a couple of old five gallon oil buckets to sit on and they just sat there and watched as the rain came pouring down. The smell of the rain was eye opening, exhilarating, and refreshing all these words could not describe the beauty and the wonder, the peace that the sight sound of the rain brought. "This is just nice Lalo," "You know it?"
As they talked and visited for a bit Hime' saw one of the wild mustangs that saved their lives a few weeks back, running across the lot and right up to them. The mustang looked frantically in every direction, looking for something or someone. Hime' realized what it was looking for and called to Patinewah. "Pattti yawned and stretched calling out to Hime', "What is it my love?" she asked. "Honey one of those mustangs is here and it appears to be pretty upset." "I'll be right up Baby." She acknowledged. Patti threw her long blue, wool coat over her naked body and did not take the time to put on her moccasins but came running up the stairs and out into the rain. "Patti wait!" Hime' yelled. "What?" she said, "Honey it's over cast, deeply, overcast. Only the UV lite can harm us my love." She continued as she ran alongside throwing one leg over the horses back and bent down to give Hime' a quick kiss. Hime' reached up for it as Patinewah and the white mustang went running off. "I'll be right back, James." "Hime' looked over at Lalo. "I'm on it James," Lalo said as he ran on two legs out into the rain, leapt and landed on all fours. "She will be safe my friend," Lalo reassured Hime' as he ran off into the overcast abyss.
"Patti, contact me when you get there, where ever that is." Hime' warned. The thought commotion woke Hank and he too walked out with a cup of coffee, dressed only in his jeans. "What's shakin buddy?" Hank asked sipping his coffee. "Get your boots on Henry, Patti went out to help one of the mustangs and we're going out there to help." "Jeep or truck?" Hank asked. "Grab the Jeep keys and I'll get the .50 caliber mounted on the roll bar just in case. They both opened the garage door and jumped in the Jeep, Hank in front and Hime' in the back to mount the .50 caliber machine gun.
The big gun snapped into place on the mounting block on the roll bar as Hank backed out of the garage. Both Hank and Hime' jumped out of the Jeep to close down the garage door then back into the Jeep. "Henry, have your talisman on?" "Ah, Yeah, Hank thought," just as Hime' picked up on his thoughts. "Ok, Patti where are you?" Hime' asked, desperately holding on to the roll bar of the Jeep while Hank drove like a maniac, out of the compound. "James, Patti said, follow the highway east to that first dirt road that heads south to the river bottom." The river is flooding and one of the mustangs is caught in the deadfall." Come quick!" "We're on our way baby, be there in less than five minutes." "Hurry honey, this is your horse, the paint." " "Almost there!" Hime' immediately responded.
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They walked through the door to the fortified house and up to the second floor where they noticed a pull down trap door to the attack before. They just never checked it out.
Walking up the drop ladder they saw what Hime' thought was up there, a lead laden door, three inches thick guarded the turret platform on top of the structure, which was perfect for Hime' to set up and shoot with the (BFG) Barret M107 .50 caliber sniper rifle.
Setting up was a challenge as there was not a lot of room on the platform but he managed to get into a tight shooting position and get loaded up. Hank straddled the peak of the roof on one side of Hime' and Patti still down in the shadows in the safety of the house with the sun still out, with Lalo standing on the top of the roof.
"I need a target out at about three hundred yards to start," Hime said "Henry, he continued did you bring the range finder?" "Yeah, here you go" Hank said as he ranged out an object about three hundred yards out. "Ok, Hank said, at exactly three hundred and two yards is a white quartz rock." "Let me know if you see it." "Got it, Hime' said. "Ok, let's see how good they sighted this in." Hime' concentrated on the quartz rock looking through the scope. "Ok, close your ears," Hime' said as he inhaled numerous times slowly, methodically, as he put his finger on the trigger and held it as he squeezed. "You are about a foot high but your wind age is right on otherwise," Hank said. "Ok, Hime' countered, get me something about eight hundred yards out." Hime' was used to shooting long distances, hunting Antelope in Montana, so this came naturally to him. Though the caliber and weight of the rifle was much smaller the general idea was the same. Point, shoot and kill something. Simple right?
"Ok, Hank said as he looked through the range finder, at about eight hundred and thirteen yards there is a coyote, a real one trotting along the top of the river bank in between two Mesquite trees." "See em?" "I got him in the scope." Hime' let out with a loud, shrill whistle and the coyote stopped in it's tracks. "Ears," Hime' suggested, there was a slight pause as they all covered their ears and then BOOM. " Well, Hank said chuckling, "you're dead on, that dog just exploded."
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Once again Hime' woke before the others even though he had not slept this well in years and yet they were constantly under siege. But this time something was buggin him. He just had one of those feelings he could not shake and it ate at him all night until he finally got out of bed. He kissed Patti and let her sleep as he got up to fix the coffee. Hime' walked into the dining area where, he was met by Lalo in his cat form. " Hey, boy what are you doing up? Realizing he had left his talisman on the night stand back in the bedroom he formed his hands into a T and said, "time out" I will be right back," as he ran back into the bedroom, grabbed his jewelry and ran back out. "Ok buddy, why are you up so early it's only two AM?' Hime' asked once more. "I was up all night," He responded. " I heard things outside," He added. "What kind of things did you hear?" Hime' countered. "I'm really not sure, can you take me out?" "Sure,' coffee's brewing, let me grab my long gun and we'll go."
Hime' walked over and grabbed the 45/70 cocked it, looked at Lalo and said, "Ok, let's do this." Lalo led the way as they unbolted the door, opened the wooden door and started up the stairs. "You smell that?" Lalo asked with his nose up in the air. "No, Hime' answered. "What do you think it is?" "I am not familiar with this smell," he said, continuing to point his nose upward. Hime' pulled the hammer back on the 45/70 and brought it up to his shoulder as they moved through what was left of the old garage.
As they cornered the wall and Hime' swung the gun around from side to side as Lalo put his nose to the ground looking for answers to the mystery question. "Hime looked at the new garage and noticed pry marks on both sides of the door yet it appeared unscathed by the attempts. "Looks like you were right boy, there's been activity here and they didn't leave that long ago either." Hime' thought. "Let's work our way around back of the garage," Hime' offered. Lalo agreed and they walked very carefully, Hime' around the right side and Lalo around the left then he changed his mind and jumped up on the roof for the advantage. Making a wide sweep around the building, as he reached the back of the building Hime' was confronted by about a half a dozen yotes, all were armed with AR-15's. "You want me to part em out Hime'?" Lalo asked, as he arched and was ready to pounce. "No buddy, back down for now." Lalo listened and lay back down, stretching his head out. "Que pasa mi amigos?" Hime' said as the yotes came closer, one of the motioning for him to turn around and start walking, so he did, followed by the yotes. Hime' rounded the corner and as he did Patti, dressed only in one of Hime's tee shirts, her knee high moccasins and the long blue coat Hime' gave her appeared in the drive way.
" Hi honey," Patinewah said. "Duck!" she insisted as she drew back Hime's bow and released the arrow (bang stick) at the garage. Realizing what she was doing Hime' dove off about 15 feet away from the yotes as the arrow exploded above their heads causing the silver nitrate to fill the air around them.
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They walked across the parking lot to the truck. Looking into the back of the truck they noticed the tarp had been pulled off one side of the drone. "Looks like we had a visitor Henry," Hime' said. Hank looked over at Hime', "the deputy?" he questioned. "No doubt Hime' responded as he jumped into the back to check out the drone. "Looks like nothing is missing off of it, we'll check it out when we get back," Hime' continued.
"Let's get the beasts loaded up and hit the road," Hime' said. "Ok, Hank agreed, did you bring your reloader with you for the dimes?" "Shit no! Hime' said setting the box up on the tailgate of the truck. "You better go get one while we're here," Hank suggested. "I'll wait so hurry up", and you owe me dinner on the way home." "Alright, alright, Hime' said agreeing to Hank's demands. "Why don't you call Cory while your waiting?" Hank acknowledged that and began calling while Hime' went back into Cabela's. "Don't forget the dog collar, a huge one," he reminded Hime'. "Got it," Hime' returned.
As Hime' entered the store he was greeted by the gun guys. "Forget something?" one of them asked. "Yea, Hime'said, as he ran passed them. "Got all the components for reloading and forgot my re-loader up at my cabin so I need to buy another one." Hime' knew exactly which one he needed and he grabbed it off the shelf in the box and ran to the register to check out as Hank contacted him through the talisman. "Hime', Cory is in a panic, there has been a car outside the house for the last three days."
"Anyone approach her or come to the door?" Hime' inquired. "Not so far," Hank said. "Ok, let's go pay them a visit and get Cory and the kids on a plane to San Diego to see her friend for a couple of weeks," Hime' said as he paid for his re-loader and exited the store but not before ringing the satisfaction bell as he left. Hank met him in the circular drive. Hime' threw his purchase in the back seat and they took off for Hank's house. "Hime', Hank, Patinewah said. "They are from our clan, sent there to watch over your family by my brother, Yarnell." "The cowboy did that?' Hank asked. "He's listening to you Henry, Patti said. "That's ok, Hank said, "Thanks Yarnell." "You owe me two now pale face," Yarnell returned. "God I hate owing people," Hank said, pulling down his street. "Let's go by and say hey," Hime' offered. "They are already gone," Patti said. "How can they be in the sun?" Hime' asked. "Very dark window tint," Patti answered.
"Hime' stopped and let Hank out, "get her packed up and off to the airport Henry." Hime' said. "You want me to call them a cab?" He offered. "Great idea, we can't take them with the truck full of dead yotes now can we?" Hank replied, as he entered the house. Hime' waited in the truck until the cab showed up. "Cabs here." "Got it Hank thought. "They're coming out, come help us carry out the luggage." "I'm on it buddy."
"Thanks Hime'," Cory said kissing him on the cheek. "No sweat Babe, just promise you will stay there till this is all over." "We will, it'll be fun, she said. "Call if you need us Hank said kissing her goodbye. " Girls, help your mom." Hank ordered. He knew they
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Hime' acknowledged and went back to adding to the list. Lalo had shape shifted into human form and came out when he too smelled the coffee. "Morning Hime'" Lalo greeted him. "Morning Lalo, how'd you sleep?" "As the cat I feel great, but when I shift to the human I tend to ache much more. I am not at all sure what the cat does to my body in his form but I feel it later." "So stay as the cat, my friend." Hime' returned. "As the cat I am strong, courageous, cannot be defeated and I am worth more to you, but the cat cannot speak so you are unable to communicate with him." "But you understand what we are saying, don't you?" Hime' added. "Yes" Lalo answered "but you cannot understand me and that could be deadly if I am trying to warn you of danger." "You've got a point there, old man."
Hime' reached out through his talisman and thought, "Hank, have you got your talisman on?" "Yea, why?" "I have an idea." Then said aloud, "Lalo go shift into the cat." "What, right here? Now?" "Yeah, wait a minute, here". Hime' said, as he placed his talisman over Lalo's head. "I will be back in a moment," Lalo said as he walked into his room. "Ok, Henry, think of something for Lalo to pick up." Hime' said as Hank came walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Lalo says he hates my cooking..." "Oh, Shit," Patinewah said, as she walked into the room, finishing Hank's sentence, "I heard him too. Lalo come on out," Patti coaxed.
Lalo heard and a huge black panther entered the room twisting and turning his head. Hime' noticed that the talisman was too tight. "Come 'ere boy," Hime' said to Lalo, sliding his fingers in between the talisman thong and Lalo's neck. "It's definitely too tight. Here, let me get this off boy."
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As Hank dropped down into the dry river bed and just as he started up the other side and high centered on an old salt cedar stump just at the top of the bed. "Hime' you're going to have to watch our ass for those yotes while I try to rock this bitch loose." "I got it buddy but could you hurry the hell up." While they tried rocking the Jeep back and forth trying to get unhooked from the stump the yotes were closing the gap between them.
Hime', Patti, get ready to run." "This bitch is stuck good we're not going to get off of it without some help." We're going to have to leave it for now." "C'mon let's get outta here quick." "Hime', you and Patti get all your implements of destruction and follow me." Hank said, as he ran to the top of the riverbank. They followed Hank for a short distance before Patti said, "Guys, stop, this is not going to work." "I have an idea." Patinewah raised her arms up in the air and began chanting quietly. It was mere seconds and the three mustangs appeared, a black paint, a solid black one and one that was pure white.
They momentarily huddled around Patinewah as she rubbed each horses forehead and ears quietly as Hank and Hime' watched in disbelief. "Ok she said, they are ready." "Ready?" Hank said, ready for what?" "Empty your hands and grab mane,' she yelled as she and the horses began to run with her alongside. "I got it Hime', said. Henry, let's get the hell outta here now." They both grabbed mane as instructed and ran alongside the mustangs. Patinewah on the white horse, Hime' on the Black and White paint and Hank on the solid black mustang, each giving a kick and swinging their legs over onto their backs as the horses went into a high speed gallop to evade the predators after them.
Once back on flat ground the horses kicked in into high gear and at that moment Hime' watched as Patinewah threw her whip around her waist, lifted herself off the horse kicked her feet up and around landing backwards on her mount she then stood up with her whip in hand just in time to catch a yote around the throat that was leaping out of a tree towards Hank. With a snap of her wrist off came it's head and the body dropped behind them. "Awesome!!" Hime' said, I couldn't do that. Wait, hold on" he said as he too propped himself up and spun around swinging his 45/70 into position and cocking the lever action on his rifle shot another. Hank, not wanting to be left out got it too as he kicked his legs around nailing one of the yotes in the side as it jumped from the side of the horse trying to over take him and the three were riding backwards with Patinewah standing at a full gallop swinging and cracking her whip at the yotes that followed with Hime' and Hank blowing the yotes up as they tried to catch up.
They had done it, they had dispatched all the yotes and swung back around facing the front Patinewah swinging the whip back around her waist while Hime' and Hank slung their long guns back around their shoulders.
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They took their time going back looking all around them making sure there were no yotes in the immediate area. The three walked casually toward the garage when Lalo broke into a hunting stance then into a high-speed chase mode. "˜What does he see?" Hime' asked, another rabbit?" "Nope, Hank said, "It's a yote, no, two of em about 80 yards out in the wash. "Which way are they heading?" Hime' asked. "They are going to parallel us in about three minutes. "Let's go, now," Though in their 30's Hime' and Hank were still fleet of foot. "Lalo is bringing them our way", you loaded up?" "Yea, as Hime' almost past Hank. They were on a dead run now and stopped at the edge of the wash as the yotes ran out of the wash and heading up the hill. "You got the one on the left?" Hank asked Hime'?" "You know it," Hime returned. Hank yelled, "Lalo Down" Hearing that Lalo dropped to the ground just as they both fired. The yotes dropped in their tracks and as they did Lalo stood, looked back at the shooters, Hime' and Hank making sure they were done shooting then ran to retrieve the dead yotes. "Hank, Hime', what's going on?" Yarnell queried. "Two yote scouts," Hime' answered. "We got em." Hank added.
"Look at our retriever," Hank mentioned pointing at Lalo trotting towards them with the necks of both yotes hanging out of his mouth. "I'll go get the gas and a flare, Hank said walking toward the garage. "Keep your eyes open buddy, it's starting to get dark." "We're on our way, Yarnell said as he ordered the clan to cloud up. "Three of you go high in case there are others." Yarnell, Patinewah and Tomi arrived at Hime's side, Patti running over and jumping on Hime's back and wrapping her legs around him. "You're alright!" she said excitedly.
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"Henry, we'll come by in the morning to see where this is". Good idea buddy", Hank said, "we need to look this place up on the county registry to see who owned it." "We'll do it tomorrow". "Did you feed enough?" Yarnell asked the Clan. They all acknowledged and turned to head out the door. "Ok, let's lock up and head back to the cellar." "It's been a long and eventful night, Cap said as he watched Hank lock up the door and they all headed back down the tunnel to the cellar. Upon entering the cellar Hime' looked back at the Clan. "You guys calling it early?" "Yes, Tomi said, it will be light in an hour or so and we fed early so we're good for the night, or day or whatever." "We get the idea Tomi," Hime' said. " Lalo," Hime' scanned the room, "Lalo?" "Alright where's the cat now?" "He went straight in and hit the sack as soon as we got back. "Hank added. "Ok, Hime' looked at Patti and she just smiled. "Of course, she said grinning, "let's go." "Are you up for it?" she smirked. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see," Hime' returned. "Arg, enough already", Yarnell said as he turned off the lights and closed the door to the tunnel.
Hank closed Lalo's door so he could sleep and went off to bed himself. He hung in the doorway for a brief moment. "You and Patti stayin up for a bit, Hime", "A little bit", Patti said sheepishly "James wants to reload some of his bang sticks". "You getting one of your feelins Hime'?" Hank asked. "You felt it too didn't you Henry?" "Yep, but I just can't put my finger on it." "Sleep light Brother," Hank reminded as he shut the door to his room. "And you," Hime' returned.
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"This is going to be a blast!" Hank said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's start sending them back over, There must be about a dozen of them laying around here" "Henry, crank the basket down and I'll grab one." Hime' walked over to one of the hundred pound bales of pot furthest away grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder as if it were a down pillow and carried it back to put it in the basket. Hank doused the first one with gas and struck the first road flare as he touched it to the bale. It exploded into a blaze and Hank pulled the lever. The blazing bale flew toward and over the fence clearing it easily by ten feet.
Tomi clouded up and perched himself on the fence to watch the chaos. The first bale landed just next to the catapult truck and exploded into flames all over the ground turning into more flames. Yotes were running everywhere from the blast just as the next one hit in almost the same spot and spreading the fire. The yotes, in a panic moved the truck away from the flames as the attack continued.
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"Shit, Hime' whispered, "looks like we got us and interloper." "High or low", Hank asked, as he dropped one of the Hevi Shot "Dead Coyote" Â® rounds into the chamber and slid the chamber closed. He was referring to standard tactical entry position. Hime' looked to Hank and said" Well, you have the scatter gun", you go high so you don't blow off my knee cap, eh?"
They got into position and Hime' kicked in the door from his crouched position. A quick scan brought Hime' upright with Hank. Hank thought, "What the fuck", as he pointed his scattergun in the direction of the gigantic black cat lying out stretched on one of the beds. "Whoa," Hime' yelled as he realized who it was and in one motion lifted the barrel of hank's gun just as it went off shooting a hole in the ceiling. Pieces of the ceiling fell over the big cat startling it into attack posture. The big cat snarled, arched it's back as if ready to pounce when he caught the familiar scents of Hank and Hime' and relaxed back to his prone position. "Hank, look at his eyes. It's Lalo", Hime' observed. "Shit you're right," Hank concluded. "Hey old man", Hank referred to Lalo. Both Hank and Hime' moved toward the head of the beast. The big cat raised it's head to greet them then laid his head back out on the bed and shape shifted back into his human form they were familiar with.
Lalo rose out of the bed completely naked wrapping a sheet around him. "That's more than I needed to see", Hank said as he turned away while Lalo finished. Hank continued, "I think that's your bed Hime'. Hime' just laughed. "Lalo, what are you doing here', Hank inquired as he picked up the now discarded bed sheet off the bed with two fingers and dropped it onto the floor. "I watch your room until you return", Lalo answered.
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Along with his .45 he brought his Marlin 1895G Guide gun, a lever action 45/70 which was his favorite rifle that was deadly at 100 yards or less. Though he had a federal issue AR-15 he preferred the nasty punch that the 45/70 delivered even though it kicked like a son-of-a-bitch. It did its job and did it well. Hime' had this gun for over thirty years and he still owned a lot of the silver tip ammo they made back in the 70's he picked up at a yard sale. He never put a scope on it figuring that at close range a scope would be a hindrance when you had to shoot fast. Not only could he shoot fast but also he laced bullets in between his fingers for faster reloading. He leveled the rifle into shooting stance and scanning the terrain he saw Patti in trouble fighting off two yotes with her whip. Looking down the barrel he pulled the hammer back and eased on the trigger. The rifle made a loud crack and with it the head of one the yotes exploded like a jack-o-lantern lit up with an M-80. Patinewah turned for only a brief moment to look at Hime' when the other yote went air born right at her. Again the loud crack of the rifle echoed throughout the desert floor and the head of the other yote popped like a tomato in a microwave.
I wish to thank my friend and Artist, Gary Kotula http://gkcorral.com/
for his $25 donation.
Thanks for your support. We're getting there one step at a time but IT WILL HAPPEN!!!!
Thanks Sarah Perry and Taurus Firearms,
Hank just started zipping up his pants when he felt a cold chill up his spine. Sensing his thoughts Hime’ said, “You’ve got company bud”. Hank responded, “I know”. “Got the “Judge®”, Hime’ came back. “Yep”, Hank again responded and I’m about to deliver the verdict. Hank slowly grabbed the “The Judge ®” off the top of the urinal, exhaled, spun around and dropped to the ground his arms out stretched thinking he was about to face an upright being but to his surprise he ended up muzzle to muzzle with a “Yote”.
The beast growled, as Hank looked directly into its pink eyes and said, “shit, guilty dammit”, pulled the trigger and blew the ‘Yotes’”head clean off as it splattered against what was left of the mirror. As the shot rang out another “Yote” ran out of the bathroom. Hank shot and missed. “What’s going on Henry”? I missed the second one”, and leaked down the front of my pants dammit”.
Thanks, Kelly Sorenson from Hevi-Shot.
Focusing back to Hank, they both watched as the beast ran to the top of the bank and as it turned for a moment to assess its previous captors. Hank pointed the gun at its eyes and pulled the trigger. KAWOOM! The blast of the riot gun sent the animal flying backwards ass-over-teakettle, almost eighty yards away. “Hevi-Shot ®?’ Hime’ questioned. Hank just turned his head and smiled. “You know were not supposed to use that” Hime’ scolded. “I like having an edge”, Hank chuckled.
Yarnell walked up to retrieve the beast with Hank right by his side. “I wanna see where I shot it,” Hank explained, as he ran passed him. Upon arriving at the body Hank was astonished to find that the beast was not dead. “What the hell” Hank said in disgust, “It’s still alive. And by the impression on its forehead I smacked him right between the eyes. Hmm… with only one pellet too.” Hank, remembering what Patti warned him about touching it, reached for a stick to inspect it just as Yarnell stepped on the stick, breaking it in two. “Imbecile” Yarnell mumbled under his breath. Hearing that Hank stood up. Now, nose-to-nose with his antagonizer Hank’s fists began to clench. “Don’t push it cowboy,” he warned. Yarnell snarled, as he did his canines elongated as he slid back his coat exposing the antler handle Bowie. “Look, asshole,” Hank whispered.
I want to thank my friend Cindy Garrison for her donation of $100 toward the publication of "The Border Guard". Thanks again Cin for the vote of confidence.
Here is one of the excerpts that I promised you containing two of the companies that have joined, "The Border Guard",
Just as they had planned it, the drone followed them into the Salt Cedars and, according to plan, the drone dropped down to about thirty feet to weave in and out of the trees. Concentrating on the truck ahead the drone never saw Hank come out from the shadows and blast it to the ground. "Nice shooting, Henry," Hime' said as he ran over to him,"Kinda reminds me of the time your dad took us on my first dove hunt." "God, I love this Hevi-Shot. Even the .410 is nasty'" Hank added.
" But Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Hank responded as they both looked down at the miniature plane. The drone itself was only about three feet long with a six-foot wingspan. "Let's throw this thing in the truck and cover it up with a tarp," Hank said, "We'll play with it when we get back home." "Good idea," Hime' agreed. They both jumped back into the truck, Hime' put it into four wheel drive and they drove out of the river bottom and back on the road heading for Cabela's.
It must have been an hour or so later when they pulled into the Cabela's parking lot. "God I love this place," Hime' said as they got out of the truck and locked the doors. "You think the drone is ok back there?" Hime' asked Hank. "I think so," Hank said as he reached over the truck bed and pulled the tarp over the exposed tail section. They walked across the parking lot noticing all the cars. "They always keep this place looking good," Hime' said as they walked in the door being met by the firearms greeters.
What was waiting for them in Cabela's? You'll have to buy the book.
I had a great but short visit with FB friend Bill Deshaw today at Cabela's. He asked me when "The Border Guard", is coming out and that got me thinking. I explained to him that I was self-publishing and the donations received on gofundme.com were going to pay for that. But then I realized that I may not have explained it well enough after seeing that only about an eighth of those in my network (381 of 2407) had even visited the site. Therefore I will try to explain it a little better.
First, my goal is $15,500
$10,000 goes straight to publishing
$1000 just for editing
$1000 for artwork for the cover, and FB page
$1000 for website construction and design
$2500 for marketing and shipping
Each Hard back copy will retail for $24.95
Special Limited Editions cost more to produce,
You will see three donation levels with which each on receives from one to two prepaid books. The first 100 are Special Editions. Everyone has expressed so much excitement and cannot wait to get a copy. This is your chance. gofundme.com is completely safe if you are wondering otherwise I would not have chosen them. Now is YOUR chance to order early.
I would hope that I have explained it well and answered and you have that kind of faith in me and my abilities. If you do,,, here is the site again. http://www.gofundme.com/73tngo
Enjoy something from Chapter 4 "The Border Guard"
Forever seemed to flash in front of Hank's eyes in an instant then the moment was all disrupted by the roar of the chopper. Hank looked up toward the sky and watched in horror as the chopper was literally blown out of the sky. Hank looked to the captain and he could see the flash from the explosion in the captain's eyes. The captain's eyes did not blink or twitch from the explosion they just stared out into the black sky and with one final breath, the captain was gone.
With that Hank began to cry, "Sorry cap Hank said, responding to the little man that he and Hime' took great pleasure in tormenting. Hime' could hear it all as he fought back the tears still trying to concentrate on the dark road ahead. He looked over to Patinewah for answers but all she could do was touch his shoulder. Patinewah shot straight up in the truck seat. "Yarnell" she shrieked. Causing Hime' to spin out and go off the road. "Woman, Hime' scolded, "What the hell are you doin"?
Yarnell answered, "What is wrong Newah'. Quick, get over to Hank and the Captain and turn him". It's prohibited" Yarnell demanded. "No Yarnell, do it now before it's too late". Hank and Hime' were hearing but not understanding what was going on. In an instant Yarnell was overshadowing Hank. Hank stood to meet him. Yarnell ordered, "Out of the way imbecile", "I don't have much time". Hank stood his ground." Hank, Hime' said, do it. I think I know what they are trying to do". Yarnell dropped to his knees with Hank now hovering him as Yarnell pried open the Captain's mouth and within seconds Yarnell's eyes began to gorge full of blood as the whites of his eyes turned deep red.
In an instant blood squirted out of his eyes and into the mouth of the Captain filling it as blood streamed over both cheeks.
"Yarnell, Patti pleaded. "I'm working on it". Yarnell interrupted. Hank, not yet understanding what was going on pulled the riot gun from his back, pumped the slide and pointed it at Yarnell's head. "Leave me be," Yarnell barked. In that instant, the Captain, gagging and choking, sat upright. "What the fu--?" Hank was aghast. "What just happened?" he stammered. "I just fixed your friend, Yarnell stood as he spoke". "He is better now". " But why would you do that? Hanks pressed Yarnell for an answer. "I don't know, Yarnell responded once more. "You will have to ask Newah that one".
"Hime, Hank yelled in total astonishment. " Caps alive". " I know buddy," Hime' said.
Jim (J.L.) Solomon
I am completely excited about the response for the help self publishing my first novel, "The Border Guard". I want to thank those that have participated so far. I would also like to thank, Cabela's, Camp Chef, Hevi-Shot, Marlin and Taurus Firearms for all their support and allowing me to use them in this action packed Sci-Fi novel that takes place on the Arizona Border. Each day I will release to you how they are involved in the story.
If you would like more information about what I am doing or would like to be a part of it please go to http://www.gofundme.com/73tngo
Now,,, are you ready for Chapter 3?
"Ok Hime' what's up?" "Nothing," Hime' responded mentally, "Not a fuckin', damn, son-of a-bitchen thing. Thought I had an intruder so I figured I'd race to the back and head them off at the deck. Shit, hold on Henry", which was Hank's God given name. Of course Hime's mind was racing all the while Hank was trying to follow his thoughts. "I see you, you son-of-a bitch", Hime thought as he burst through the back door, ran out onto the deck and with his .45 drawn lept over the rail and right into the muzzle of the biggest white black bear he had ever seen. It reared up onto its hind legs. "Holy shit" he thought again, but this time it came out of his mouth, a little more subtly. He pulled the .45 into the air so as not to fire at the beast. While doing so something touched him on the back which of course startled him and a shot rang out. He swung once more and there was Patinewah laughing at him. "You're awful jittery", she mused.
"Damn, woman", Hime' stammered, "You just took 30 years off my life!" Then he took her hand and led her to the edge of the deck. "Did you not see that huge, white bear?" At that, she leaned over the rail and made an upward motion with her hand. "You mean that one?" as it reared up once more, "Oh, that's the spirit bear, I know many of the creatures in your forest". "Shit", Hime' responded. "The last White Bear that big disappeared from this State back in the "˜50's. You say that a lot don't you?" Patinewah asked. "What, "˜shit'?" as Hime' watched the bear in astonishment.
According to Hime' the deck was ten feet off the ground with a trap door for emergencies. A four foot rail made this one hell of a tall bear, that supposedly was a myth. Patinewah looked back at Hime', she smiled, her emerald green eyes made him melt where he stood. "What are you doing here?" Hime' thought to himself. Before the words could reach his lips she responded, "I am here to protect you." "Protect me?" Hime' responded in disdain, "From what?" "Oh I don't know, she paused a moment, extinct bears perhaps?" Patinewah just did that to drive Hime' nuts and it worked every time. "Do you want to come in?" Hime offered. "Can I bring my pet?" she responded. Hime' just glared at her. She glared back and turned to the bear, "Go, and watch." The bear dropped to all fours and lumbered back under the deck.
I want to Thank Dan and Joanne Priest for their wonderful $50 donation and support of "The Border Guard"
Here is an excerpt from Chapter 2 of "The Border Guard"
As he unlocked the room door he realized that he forgot the talisman on the truck mirror, so he dropped his stuff inside the door and went back to the truck, reached in the window, popped the talisman off the mirror and headed back to the room. Half way across the lot he saw Hank pulling in and said, "Hey buddy, where'd you go?" "I went to gas up for the trip home and to get a thermos of coffee to keep me awake", Hank said, as he too pulled his gear out of his Jeep.
They walked together across the parking lot, Hime' spinning the talisman around on his finger as they walked. "Got your trinket, I see" Hank said, as he snagged it from Himes' finger. "Yea, I wanted to check it out before I head home." Hime' reached for the door and there on the handle was another talisman. Looking at each other, Hank dropped his gear and swung his riot gun from his shoulder and Hime' his 45 from its holster. With a nod they burst opened the room door and chucked their stuff on the beds as they swung their firearms first to the right and then to the left. They slowly maneuvered their way to the closet. "Clear?" Hank asked. "Clear", Hime' responded. Next they went into the bathroom, again swinging from left to right. Hime' reached for the shower curtain and looked back at Hank. With a nod Hime' jerked the shower curtain off the rod as Hank shoved the barrel of his riot gun into the seemingly empty space. Again they looked at each other. In what seemed like an hour, all was designated clear in a matter of minutes. With the tension subsiding, Hank was already one step ahead of Hime' and was running back to the shower. "Go ahead," Hime laughed, "I know you're in a hurry to get home, you're gonna have to fix that shower curtain though." All this tension and they just shrugged it off as if it were nothing. As Hank closed the door to the bathroom, Hime' jumped on the bed with the talisman in his hand. He smelled the anise smell once more as he did from the river bottom. He did a quick scan of the room but nothing was there.
He looked closely at the tooth that was attached to a leather thong. He thought to himself, "What is the purpose behind this and why do they have two of them?" Hime's peripheral vision was very acute and to his left he saw a similar sight, one that he had seen down in the river bottom. He turned to encounter the mist and waited for the figure to materialize. He knew by the shape that it was Patinewah yet she did not materialize at all. "I cannot be formed", a voice came out of the mist. It was Patinewah's voice for sure. That is something Hime' would never forget. He spun around to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Why are you here?" He asked "and why can't I see you?"
For those of you just tuning in. I have written a 271 page 84,972 word novel titled, "The Border Guard". I have chosen to use gofundme.com as the venue to raise the money to get this book published after waiting and waiting for publishers to give me an answer. Many of you know me as Jim Solomon the Host/Owner of outdoor radio and Television shows. This is an exciting time for me and I wanted to share this with you. I know the economy is tight right now and if you cannot pre-order your autographed copy now, I completely understand. It costs nothing however to spread the word.
As I promised, here is an exerpt from the first chapter of "The Border Guard",
While the actual werewolves were the huge muscular breeds that ran the cartels, in Mexico and South America, the "˜Yotes had evolved to be smaller in stature. They were smarter, faster, and a more blood thirsty, ravenous pack of killers than their muscle bound cousins. The descendants of the Topac. They were more like the Velociraptors of the Jurassic.
Because our government had not safely and effectively sealed the borders due to big money interests, the "˜Yotes had free travel between their country and ours, allowing them to easily transport their poison and human slaves across the border.
Happy Monday Ya'll, I hope you are all doing well. The excitement builds as we inch closer each day to our goal. Please take the time to share this with all your friends and let's beat out the main stream publishers by making this happen. I cannot do this without your help. Starting tomorrow I will entice you a little each day with something from each chapter.
I want to Thank Alysia and James for their donation (Pre-order). Something to remember guys for all of you that wanted to read it. While it's called a donation,,, the hard copied books will retail for $24.95 so in essence you are pre-ordering your autographed copy for the retail value. The other donations you get more but you are still pre-ordering.
Thanks again for your support and I love you all. The link again is
Alysia, you guys are sooooo awesome. Thanks for your support.
Todd wrote: "Don't quit.....someone out there or a bunch of someones will support this incredible book!"
This is the kind of support I am talking about. Help me kick this book into the Top 10 Best Seller list. And Above all,,,
THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS
Little Quail was about six foot three to six foot five and weighed almost three hundred pounds of solid muscle. Though he was Norwegian by origin, being raised by the Cherokee from the age of two he took on traits of the Bear Clan. His hair was blond and down almost to his waist, which was pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a leather thong tipped with eagle feathers. He was absolutely deadly with a silver-tipped spear. He could always be found wearing buckskin pants and knee-high moccasins.
Well, we're 1.61% towards our goal of $15,500. We have a little bit to go but that story is awesome and I am confident that I have many out there who want it.
I want you to become familiar with all the characters of the story first then I will add little pieces from each chapter to excite you to want more. Here is the next character, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for your love and support.
To his left Hime' could see a double flash that continually caught his eye. That double flash was coming from "Cherokee Tomi", one of the Drake clan that wielded two silver double bitted tomahawks. He too was dressed in a dark cloak with a high collar. Inside the cloak was a vest made of elk hide that presented many sleeves. In each sleeve was silver double bitted tomahawk. As he threw one, out came another.
The supply was endless.
Lalo was an old crusty Mexican looking gentleman yet he was one of the original Mayan Indians that took refuge in the jungle after the invasion of the Spanish into Mexico.
He wore an old tattered and ripped flannel shirt over an old brown equally as tattered tee shirt. He sported long gray hair down to his shoulders. His jeans were extremely dirty and covered his worn out sandals. As a child many years ago he was scarred by a Black Jaguar, which he shape shifts into to hunt the Yote.
This explains his brown almost yellow eyes. The scar almost looks like a black tattoo in the shape of two black parallel lines on each side of his neck.
The Border Guard Cometh
. The man he had stopped was Yarnell. He was the dominant male, and Patinewa's older brother. He was a dark, tall and slender brute. He had long black hair, which looked like it was greased back into a ponytail and tied with a leather thong that was tipped in what looked to be deer antler points.
The thong wrapped ponytail lay against his dark long tailed canvass coat. Inside was a large knife, not just any knife but the original Bowie knife that once belonged to the legendary Alamo hero, Jim Bowie. The knife was indeed original; it was made of pure silver and handled with the butt of a huge elk antler.
Yarnell, Hank later discovered had taken it from the body of one of the Yotes in a skirmish that took place over a century ago just south of San Antonio. After each Yote kill, Yarnell ringed the butt of the handle with his elongated canines, as a gunfighter would with the butt of his gun numbering his kills.
I really want to thank all my co-workers at Cabela's for their undying support as they watched me everyday up in the deli writing away during my lunch hour. They were always soooo positive asking, "So what are you writing about today with the story?
Thanks so much, I Love you all. We will see this become a best seller and I owe so much of it to you guys and gals.
Question: What do, Cabela's, Hevi-Shot, Marlin and Taurus Firearms all have in common?
Answer: They are all major players in "The Border Guard"
I enjoy sharing the characters of "The Border Guard" with you. I want to thank you all for your support. Let's see what happens as we proceed down this incredible journey.
Hank was a mild mannered, easy-going man also in his late thirties. But don't mistake that easy-going demeanor for weakness. If you pissed him off chances are you would already be laid out flat on the ground wondering what just happened. Too late for you.
He was stockier then Hime' from years of high school football. He was a retired fireman with a HASMAT and EMT background. He too had blue eyes and if it weren't for his blonde hair, a lot of it with a matching goatee, you could see by his nose that he had a Cherokee heritage that he was very proud of.
After years of hunting and fishing together Hime' understood the native in Hank.
Hime' was in his late thirties and had always been defined by others as a redneck. Believing in God and country, he never dabbled in the drugs. Although he did do his share of drinking when he was younger. Hime' was a man of medium build with strong muscle tone that was very well defined. He was meticulous about being clean-shaven. He had short dark wavy hair that always drove him nuts when he woke up in the mornings and it stuck out all over like he had just stuck his finger in a light socket. His eyes were a piercing blue, with a slight scar over his right eyebrow. A reminder of his drinking days and the car accident that nearly took his life many years before. Hime' was a "black and white" kinda guy. Either you were or you weren't. There was no room for gray in his life whatsoever, maybe that's why he had been married a couple of times before. The women he had chosen were too color-coordinated and being down on the border as a guard kept him preoccupied and away from the female temptation.
I would also like to reach out to actors, directors and screenwriters. Because that's the next step.
I thought I would give you a little exerpt of each chapter until my goal is reached,
Her name was Patinewha, or Patti, as he liked to call her. He was to find out later that she was a Cherokee princess, a descendant of the famous Cherokee Chief, Sequoya, before she was bitten and turned by a vampire clan known only as "The Drake". Patinewha was some sort of ancient Indian dialect, which meant "Daughter of the Moon". Her hair was to her waist, jet-black and pulled back into a tight ponytail, which she had draped over one shoulder; this accented her flawless porcelain, skin. She was small and diminutive in stature and her large emerald green eyes glowed in the dark as he gazed upon her. She wore a low cut amethyst colored spandex like top that kept her breasts pressed hard against her chest that was in turn covered by a long, dark brown canvass coat with a high collar. Her tight fitting jeans and moccasins accentuated her petite but shapely figure. Patti was a "Drake", a vampire, leading a group of others along the border to put an end to the "˜Yotes crossings.
Stay tuned for more as we reach this goal together.
WOW!!! Thank you sooooo much Maryn Brannies, Tysun Marshall and Dale Suzukie for starting this Fire Storm toward publishing of "The Border Guard. We are on our way and I thank all of you for your kindness and support. Only $15,250 to go. Cake walk.
Thanks Maryn Brannies for getting the ball rolling with a first donation of $100. You're awesome.