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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were possessing themselves of the arms and ornaments of the two dead warriors whom the Sioux had strived in vain to reach and bear within her lines.
Ray and Clayton at the moment were strolling placidly forth upon the southward bench.
To receive and welcome the little knot of comrades sent galloping in advance to greet them.
There was perhaps just a suspicion of exaggerated nonchalance about their gait and bearing, a regimental weakness, possibly, and no other officer save Lieutenant Field could
Happened to be within earshot when Winsor's voice on the other front was heard in hoarse command.
Come back here, you fellows, back are your goners.
The sight had proved too much for some of the Sioux.
Down again at furious speed came a scattered cloud of young braves, following the lead of the tall, magnificent chief, who had been the hero of the earlier attack.
Down into the low ground, never swerving or checking pace, straight for the grow.
The three or four inquisitive blue coats, in the meantime, scurrying for shelter, and the yell that went up at sight of the Indian dash and the quick reopening of the sputtering fire brought Ray running once again to the northward edge of the timber, wondering what could be amiss.
Field was lying on his blanket just under the bank as the captain darted by and
Grinned his gratification as he heard the brief assuring words Webb's ear, all hands with him.
An instant later a bullet whizzed through the roots of the old cottonwood above his head, and far from out of field, deadened by the rush of the wind, the
A dull cackle of shots told that something had recalled the Sioux to the attack, and for three minutes there was a lively falside all along the northward side.
Then it slowly died away, and other voices close at hand, someone speaking his name, called the lad's attention.
He was weak from loss of blood.
And just a little daze and flighty.
He had met three hours a gather when he next encountered his post commander, his manner should plainly show that senior, that even a second lieutenant had rights a major was bound to respect, but only mystery.
Now he saw bending over him the keen, soldierly features, the kind
Winsome gray eyes filled with such a world of concern and sympathy, and heard the deep, earnest tones of the voice he knew so well.
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