Ken Campbell
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601 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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And fifty hands pointed eagerly northward where a little black dot had suddenly popped into view out of some friendly winding water course, four miles still away, at least count, and far to the right and front of Blake's easternmost trooper.
Every glass was instantly brought to bear upon the swiftly coming rider.
Sandy's shrill young voice ringing out from the upper window came.
It isn't one of papa's men.
His horse is grey.
Who then could it be?
And what could it mean this coming of a strange courier from a direction so far to the east of the travelled road?
Another moment and up rose another shout.
Look, there they are, sue for certain.
And from behind the little knob or knoll of the Meridian Ridge, three other black dots had swept into view and were shooting eastward down the gradual slope.
Another moment, and they were swallowed up behind still another low divide, but in that moment they had seen and been seen by the westernmost of Blake's men, and now one after another, as a signal swept from the left, the seven swerved.
Their line of direction had been west of north.
Now, riding like mad, they veered to the northeast, and a grand race was on between the hidden three and the would be rescuers, all headed for that part of the low rolling prairie where the lone courier might next be expected to come into view, friends and foes alike, unconscious of the fact that following one of those crooked arreros with its stiff and precipitous round.
Banks, he had been turned from his true course full three quarters of a mile, and now, with a longer run but a clear field ahead, was steering straight for Frane.
Thus the interests of the onlookers at the bluff became divided.
Women with straining eyes gazed at the lonely courier.
and then fearfully scanned the ridge line between him and the northward sky, praying with white lips for his safety, dreading with sinking hearts that at any moment those savage riders should come darting over the divide and swooping down upon their helpless prey.
Men with eyes that snapped and fists that clenched, or fingers that seemed twitching with mad desire to clasp pistol butt or saber hilt, or loud barking carbine ran in sheer nervous frenzy up and down the bluffs, staring only at Blake's far distant riders, swinging their hats and waving them on, praying only for another sight of the Sioux in front of the envied seven, and craving with all their strength.
of soldier hearts to share in the fight almost sure to follow.
On Ray's piazza, with pallid face and quivering lips, Esther Dade clung to her mother's side.
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