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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Watch things on this front field while I make the rounds and see how we come out.
All serene so far it was, not a man hurt.
Two of the sorrels had been hit by flying bullets, and much amazed and stung thereat, but neither was crippled.
Bidding their guards to dig for water that might soon be needed, Ray once more made his way to the northward side and rejoined Field and Windsor.
In the almost cloudless sky of steely blue, the sun had just passed the meridian, and was streaming hotly down on the stirring picture.
Northward, the ridgeline and the long gradual slope seemed alive with swarms of Indian warriors, many of them darting about in wild commotion.
About the little eminence where Stabler and the fox had again locked horns, in violent altercation as many as a hundred braves had gathered about the middle knob, from whose summit mere flashes shot from time to time, was still another concourse, listening apparently to the admonations of a leader but recently arrived.
A chieftain mounted on an American horse, almost black.
And Ray studied the pair long and curiously through his glasses.
Lame wolf, probably, said he.
But the distance was too great to enable him to be certain.
What puzzled him more than anything was the apparent division of authority.
The unusual display of discord among the Sioux
These were all doubtless of the Ogallala tribe, Red Cloud's own people, yet were they wrangling like ward healers and wasting precious time?
Whatever his antecedents, this newcomer had been a powerful sower of strife and sedition.
For instead of following implicitly the counsels of one leader, the Indians were divided now, between three.
True to its practice, the prairie wind was sweeping stronger and stronger with every moment, as the sun warm strata over the wide billowing surface sought higher levels, and the denser, cooler current from the west came rushing down.
And now all sounds of the debate were whisked away towards the breaks of the South Cheyenne, and it was no longer possible for old Sioux campaigners to catch a word of the discussion.
The leaves of the cottonwoods whistled in the rising gale, and every time a pony crossed the stream bed and clambered the steep banks out to the west, little clouds of dun colored dust came sailing towards the wheel.
toward the grove.
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