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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Though his keen eyes were fixed on the distant ridge ahead, beyond which the last of the Indians had now disappeared, the
The outermost troopers with Sergeant Scott were within a few hundred yards of the little clump of cottonwoods that marked the site of a water hole.
To the right and left of it curved and twisted the dry water course between its low, jagged, preceptuous banks.
Behind the advance, full four hundred yards rode the skirmish line from the first platoon a dozen strong.
Far out to the east and west the flankers moved steadily northward, keenly watching the slopes beyond them and scanning the crooked line of the Arrayo ahead.
Not a sign at the moment could be seen of the painted foe, yet every man in the troop well knew they swarmed by dozens behind the buttes and bridges ahead, Ray and Field riding easily along in rear of the line, with only the trumpeter within earshot.
relaxed in no measure the villigence commanded by the situation.
Yet each was deeply concerned in the subject of the talk.
There was no time.
We had to start at once, continued Ray.
Wait until you are back at the old deskfield, and you'll find the major is and was your staunch friend in this matter.
I'll never go back to it, Captain, broke in Field, impetuously.
If ordered to resume duty as adjutant, come what may, I shall refuse.
But before Ray could interpose again there came sudden and stirring interruption from a point far down the swale.
From behind the low bank of the stream bed, three rifle shots rang out on the crisp morning air.
The horse of the leading flanker, away out to the right, reared and plunged violently, the riders seeming vainly to strive to check him.
Almost instantly, three mounted warriors were seen tearing madly away, northeastward, out of the gully, their feathers streaming in the wind.
Field spurred away to join his men.
Ray whirled about in saddle and swung his broad brimmed scouting hat high above his head, and signal to Clayton, then shouted to Field, forward to the cottonwoods, gallop.
He cried, We need them first of all, and
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