Mike Vendetti
speaker
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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Tiny jets of flame and smoke shot from the level of the prairie, from over dingy mounds of sand, from behind the trunks of still trees, from low parapet of log and leather.
Then the entire grove seemed veiling itself in a drifting form of blue.
The whole charging circled to crown itself within a dun cloud of dust that swept eastward over the prairie, driven by the stiff, unhampered breeze.
The welcome rang with savage yell, with answering cheer, with the sputter and crackle of the rifle and revolver, the loud bellow of springfield, and then still yelping the feathered riders veered and circled, ever at magnificent speed even.
Each man for himself, apparently yet all guided and controlled by some unseen yet acknowledged power, and in five minutes, save where some hapless pony lay quivering and kicking on the turf, the low ground close at hand was swept clean of horse and man.
The wild attack had been made in vain.
The Sioux were scampering back.
Convinced, but not discomfited.
Some, few of their number, borne away stunned and bleeding by comrade hands from underneath their stricken chargers, some three or four, perhaps, who had dared too much, were now closing their eyes on the last fight of their savage lives.
To Ray and to many of his men.
It was all an old story.
Stabber would never have counseled any.
Or permitted attack on seasoned troopers, fighting behind even impoverished shelter.
Something perhaps had occurred to blind his younger rival to the peril of such assault, and now as three or four little parties were seen slowly drifting away towards the ridge, burdened by some helpless form, other carriers were thundering down at Red Fox, and wild excitement prevailed among the elk teams.
More signals were flashing, more Indians came popping into view, their feathered bonnets streaming in the rising wind and about the prairie wave, where the savage general had established field headquarters.
A furious conference was going on.
Stabber had again interposed, and with grim but hopeful eyes, Ray and his fellows watched and noted.
Every lull in the fight was so much gained for them.
twelve fifty two, said the dark eyed commander, swinging his watch into the pocket of his hunting shirt, and sliding backward into the stream bed.
All serene so far.
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