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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But this was a theory Ray would not whisper to his men.
He knew Webb.
He knew Webb would soon read the signs from the north and be coming to his relief, and Ray was right.
Even as he reasoned, there came a message from across the grove.
Lieutenant Clayton said the Indians he had seen away to the south were racing back.
Thank God was the murmured answer no man heard.
Now lads be ready was the ringing word that roused the little troop, like bugle call to arms, and even as eager faces lifted over the low parapets,
To scan the distant foe, fresh signals came flashing down from the northward ridge.
Fresh bands of warriors came darting to join the martial throng about the still wrangling chieftains, and then all of a sudden, within mighty yelling and shrill commotion, that savage council burst asunder, and riding at speed, a dozen braves went lashing away to the westward side while the
While with fierce brandishing of arms and shields, and much carening and prancing of excited ponies, the wild battle lines were formed again.
The Sioux were coming for the second trial.
Meet them as before, make every shot tell, were the orders passed from man to man and heard and noted amidst the whistling of the wind and the sounds of scurry and commotion at the front.
Then silent.
And crouching low the soldiers shoved the brown barrels of their carbines forth again and waited.
And then the grim silence of the little fortress was broken as with startling sudden force there went up a shout from the westward side.
My God boys are setting fire to the prairie.
Ray sprang to his feet and gazed, away out to the west and southwest, whence came the strong breeze, blowing from the sweetwater hills half a dozen dark, agile forms, bending low, were scuttling afoot, away.
Over the sward and everywhere they moved there sprang up in their tracks little sheets of lambent flame, little clouds of bluish blinding smoke, and almost in less time than it takes to tell it, a low wall of fire started in a dozen places, reaching far across the low ground, fencing the valley from stream bed to the southward slopes, crowning by its swift sailing craft.
crest of hot, stifling fume came lapping and seething and sweeping across the level.
licking up the dry buffalo grass like so much toe, mounting higher and fiercer with every second, and bearing down upon the little grove and its almost helpless defenders in fearful force.
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