Christine Blashford
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728 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Christine Blashford’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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And eagerly he scanned a few faces near him.
Weber's tip top and good for anything under five hundred yards when he isn't excited.
And Stoltz, he's a keen cool one.
No, not you, Hogan, laughed the commander, as a freckled faced veteran popped his head up over a nearby parapet of sand, and grinned his desire to be included.
I've never seen the time you could hit what you aimed at.
Slip out of that hole and find Weber and tell him to come here, and you take his burrow.
Whereupon Hogan, grinning rueful acquiescence in his commander's criticism, slid backwards into the stream bed, and followed by the chaff of the three or four comrades near enough to catch the words, went crouching from post to post in search of the desired marksman.
You used to be pretty sure with the carbine in the Tonto Basin when we were after Apache's sergeant, continued Ray, again peering through the glasses.
I'm mistaken in this fellow if he doesn't ride well within range, and we must make an example of him.
I want four first class shots to single him out.
The Lieutenant can beat the best I ever did, sir, said Windsor, with a lift of the hand toward the hat brim, as though in apology, for Fields, silent throughout the brief conference, had half risen on his hands and knees and was edging over to the left, apparently seeking to reach the shelter of a little hummock close to the bank.
Why surely field, was the quick reply, as Ray turned towards his junior.
That will make it complete.
But a frantic burst of yells and war whoops out at the front put sudden stop to the words.
The throng of warriors that had pressed so close about Stabber and the opposing orator seemed all in an instant to split asunder, and with trailing war bonnet, and followed by only two or three of his braves, the former lashed his way westward and swept angrily out of the ruck, and went circling away toward the crest, where
While with loud acclamation, brandishing shield and lance and rifle in superb barbaric tableau, the warriors lined up in front of the victorious young leader who, sitting high in his stirrups, with one magnificent red arm uplifted, began shouting in the sonorous tongue of the Sioux some urgent instructions.
Down from the distant crest came other braves as though to meet and ask Stabber explanation of his strange quitting the field.
Down came a dozen others, young braves mad for battle, eager to join the ranks of this new leader.
And Ray, who had turned on field once more, fixed his glasses on that stalwart, nearly stark naked, brilliantly painted form, foremost of the Indian array, and now at last in full and unimpeded view.
By the gods of war, he cried, I never saw that scoundrel before, but if it isn't that renegade Red Fox, why here, Field, take my glass and look.
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