Mike Vendetti
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1,621 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Mike Vendetti’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Five hundred yards will do it, then aim low when they rush closer in.
Look at the middle tooth, captain, came the sudden hail from his left.
Mere flashes, see?
It was Field who spoke, and life and Vim had returned to his voice and color to his face.
He was pointing eagerly towards the highest of the knobs where, all of a sudden, dazzling little beams of light shot forth toward the Indians on the lowlands, tipping the war bonnet and lance of many a brave with dancing fire, whatever their purport.
The signal seemed ignored by the Sioux.
For presently two riders came sweeping down the long slope, straight for the point where sat Red Fox, as for want of another name we must for present call him.
Who for his part, shading his eyes with his hand?
and sat gazing toward the westward side of his warrior circle, evidently awaiting some demonstration there before giving signal for action elsewhere.
Obedient to his first instructions, the main body had spread out in long, irregular, skirmish rank, their meddlesome ponies cappering and dancing their eagerness.
Chanting in chorus some shrill, weird song, the line was now slowly, steadily advancing, still too far away to warrant the wasting of a shot, yet unmistakably seeking to close as much as possible before bursting with the final charge.
And still the red leader sat at gaze, oblivious for the moment.
Of everything around him, ignoring the coming of orders possibly from Lame Wolf himself.
Suddenly the silver armorlets of
once more gleamed on high, then clapping the palm of his right hand to his mouth, Red Fox gave voice to a ringing war hoop, fierce, savage, and excellent.
And almost at the instant, like the boom and rumble that follows some vivid lightning flash, the prairie woke and trembled to the thunder of near a thousand hoofs, from every point of the compass, from every side, yelling like fiends of some orthodox hell.
Down they came the wild warriors of the frontier, in furious rush upon the side.
The silent and almost peaceful covert of this little band of brothers in the dusty garb of blue.
One, two, three hundred yards they came, centering on the leafy clump of cottonwoods, riding, at tearing gallop, erect, defiant, daring at the start and giving full voice to their wild war cry, then bending forward, then crouching low, then flattening out like hunted squirrel, for as the foremost in a dash came thundering on within good carbine range, the
All of a sudden, the watchdogs of the little prairie fort began to bark.
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