Apache Mex by Chestcat Thomas A Western Story of A Son's Vow to Avenge His Mother...

[Her mother and Rushing
Water] decided that it would
be best if she left without
ever letting the tribe
know what had happened
to her...

It was in the early dawn of the morning, the water was cool in the creek as an Apache squaw bathed in the nude, her hair glistening as the sun peeped over the horizon...
Suddenly Rushing Water heard a noise behind her, as she looked over her shoulder of long black glistening hair expecting to see a rabbit, she instead saw two Mexicans smiling at her with their eyes open wide as if in the state of surprise or shock...
She was at the center of the creed and started to wade as fast as she could to the east bank where she entered the creek every morning...
Rushing Waterf felt her hair being yanked as her head fell back...she struggled but without success as she was snatched up backwards by her hair and waist being pulled across the Mexican's horse, Rushing Water was screaming but knew that her screams could not be heard...
As the months slowly passed on Falling Star noticed that Rushing Water was with child, and explained to her that Apache Chief Jumping Wolf would not allow a marriage between her and his son Rolling Mountain, and by her silence of what happened to her the chief would think that she had broken the sacred marriage promise vow and ban her from the tribe without food, or any skins to keep warm in the soon to come winter cold...

~~~

Apache Mex

By Chestcat Thomas

Reading the authors Introduction, I was reminded of how my brother, too, loved westerns and I was also a fan for several of them. Have Gun Will Travel was my favorite. Of course, the star who played Paladin was the reason for me...LOL  Even then I was more interested in stories that were unique... and I enjoyed his moving where he was needed, of course with his gun... And, Apache Mex by Thomas Chestcat is indeed unique...and memorable..

It's the lack of the simple pleasures
of life which is so vastly dissipating
out society. Let's get back to the
basics of fictional story telling...
~~~

But it wasn't the author's reminiscing of shared TV programs, but rather, the reason he chose to write a western, like his idol Louis L'Amour--and who has not read at least one of his many novels!? Here's a little about what Chestcat had to say: 

 "L'Amour, a writer who intrigued his readers without the use of sexual exploitation, without the use of vulgarity, his stories were written for all audiences, young and old, people of all colors could enjoy his plots, always eager for more..."

Chestcat Thomas has the right idea, in my opinion. Sure, there were always good and bad in westerns... but there was also loyalty... And when something happened that deserved revenge, it wasn't hard to find those who would stick together to fight for right... Yeah, sure, there were still lots of shooting and dying, but, in the end, most folks felt like what had happened was what needed to happen... How many of us can say that about most wars, street killings, or sex trafficking, or murder for hire, or drug lords? 

Chestcat Thomas is a true storyteller who presents readers with a short, original story that sends us right back to the days when we joyously played "cowboys and indians..." not knowing, ever, the real horror of what really happened... and isn't that what fiction is all about? Escaping into a world of pretend???

Rushing Water was lucky to find an old abandoned stage coach station about 30 miles from her tribe. She immediately started in cleaning and making it as cozy as she could, which was fortunate for she found a door in the floor! Obviously nobody had touched it since the clear attack on the building full of holes.
"She smiled for the first time she had left her people..." There was everything there that she would need to make it through the winter...

               

Her half-breed son was
given a half-breed name...

By the size of him she knew
that one day he would grow
to be a very huge man.
~~~

Soon after, Rushing Water gave birth to a boy papoose during the Indian summer of 1851. There were plenty of clothes that had been left behind and she converted many to prepare for her son...

The shabby building had now become her and her son's home...

She named her little boy Apache Mex since she knew that her child was not worthy enough to have a whole Apache name--he was not pureblood... Her half-breed son was given a half-breed name...

They had lived alone for eight winters when Apache Mex found a wolf pup wandering out of his den. He quickly took out a grass sack from his back pocket and covered the puppy, then quickly retreated before the mother returned.

He was happy and eager to show his new pet to Rushing Water, as he danced from side to side, Apache Mex heard a gunshot coming from the clearing in front of him where he and his mother lived. He started a fast trot and heard seven more shots as he approached the edge of woods where the clearing and his home was. There were eight horses but only three men on three horses were spotted by Apache Mex. He smelled trouble and ran as fast as he could toward the station, noticed five other men coming out of the station laughing with bottles of whiskey turned up to their mouths. Apache Mex was nearly out of breath and his fast pace had slowed to a sluggish walk. As the men climbed up on their horses, Rushing Water stepped out of the station and fired a slug into one of the men who fell over sideways off hiw horse. She fired a second slug into the leg of another rider who spun around and fired his pistol. Rushing Water fell back flat on the rotted out porch of the station.

When the riders saw apache Mex coming, the one which Rushing Water shot in the leg stopped and rode back to meet him, pulled his rifle from his scabbard and said, "Indian Boy, join your mother..." The man who sat on the horse looked like a ghost, had long white hair and a white beard that practically covered his whole face, he had fire red eyes and wore all white clothes.

~~~

Once again luck was with him. His wolf puppy woke him, licking the blood on his forehead... Apache Mex was able to talk to his mother before she died. She told him to find his way back to her tribe, that they would take him in... He buried his mother and returned home, tying the horse that had belonged to the only man who'd died.  When he went back inside he found a medallion with MALCHOX written on it. He swore to avenge his mother's death or die trying...

Apache Mex jumped in front of the
gun and grabbed the barrel while
pointing with his left hand to the
wolf and to himself, saying,
"Ruter, Ruter..."
~~~

He named his pup Ruter and he prepared for their future. Knowing what had happened when his mother left her tribe and would have been banned otherwise, he decided not to follow his mother's guidance and set off himself...especially with his wolf friend... He was on his own for nine years. Ruter was now huge and broad shouldered, who did most of the hard work in hunting for food... They had traveled all around the area but had always returned to the station. But his time out they headed toward the southwest part of Texas and saw a large farm house with an old man and boy on he porch... Meantime, Ruter had gone after a deer and the old man saw the large wolfe shaking the doe...and sent the boy for his gun...

Got to tell you--this is just the beginning! Apache Mex has one goal--to avenge his mother, but, along the way, he happens to meet a young Indian maiden called Midnight Gold...

And the action has barely begun...

But...as remarkable as this story is, there are many, many issues that needed to be edited. From that standpoint only, I cannot recommend it wholeheartedly, but I've talked with the author via email and I truly feel that this story is worth your consideration. I've already suggested that the author make an audio version--I've heard him read an excerpt and know that I would surely love to hear it coming from him with the emotion and love he feels coming through.  On this one, you decide, but please don't get it and then it poor ratings. The story itself does not deserve it... I'm going with a 3 for those who care about ranks, which I don't...LOL

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About the Author
I'm a Native of Louisiana, who loves hunting, fishing, horseback riding, swimming in the Amite River [see pic], and Darlington Creek. My favorite childhood game was playing cowboys and indians, my favorite television shows were westerns, my favorite novels were westerns mostly written by Louis L'Amour. I love to write although it may be fiction, western fiction is a part of me. I grew up in a medium size family having one brother, and one sister, our father died when I was about one year old, therefore, I was only raised by my mother.