Dark days of Texas-  Berserker Kurt- part three

Dark days of Texas- Berserker Kurt- part three

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                               Dark days of Texas- Berserker Kurt.


Berserker Kurt walked in silence and slowly toward the China Inn. He looked forward to Austin, Texas because of her. He carried his own pipe and opium, but the owner of the China Inn had the best Asia opium. The Asia opium seem more easy on the body and the mind. Lately his dream were becoming worst. He rarely slept and his dream more crazy and deadly. Now even when he was awake. The daydreams brought visions to his mind of dead Indians and the southern soldiers he killed. The dead faces and the bloody battle now haunt his days and nights.

The whiskey did nothing for him. The whiskey made him more meaner and more hateful. He left Texas 10 years ago and he never looked back. He remembered when the United State government told the Texas Rangers to kill every Apache in Texas. He remembered the last battle. Wild Buck Jalan, Old man John and himself murdered and burn down a Apache village. He still could hear the children screaming and yelling in his dreams. The damn government offered him the medal of honor to him. He told the government official. Keep you bloody medal and he spit at the feet of the politician. He was very thankful for his Elizabeth. She had found him in Captain Jacks mountains in California. He was screaming and yelling at ghosts and dead people. She went to him. She made him lay on the sand and she caressed his face and forehead. She sang to him the morning song.
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My poor little soldier, dark nights and dark life left you cold and alone. Dark battles can never end for you.
Please sleep my poor little soldier. Allow the morning light to make you know peace and calm. Allow the new sun to heal and erase your regrets and your past.
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Kurt awoke and he looked at Elizabeth. She was an young Asia beauty with large brown eyes. He was laying in her lap and she held a small pipe. She had a small bowl and she stirred the items in the bowl.  She added the chemical in the bowl into the small pipe and she lit the pipe. She gave the pipe to Kurt and he inhaled the smoke. After he inhaled the pipe three times. He fell into his first deep sleep in many months.

He awoke with his head still laying in her lap and the sun was falling into the near sea. She asked him? Who are you stranger? Are you looking for the sea? He looked at the beautiful Asia girl and he whispered. I have been looking for you kind lady.  She smiled and she introduced herself.  My name is Elizabeth and my friends call me Beth. Before you say too much, I want you to meet my father. He will know if you are a evil man or a good man. Kurt smiled for the first times in many years. She told him. My father own the store, laundry and opium house in the city. He is very wise and a kind man. I like your face. So kind and so sad.

Kurt remembered the father. He was educated and read the papers.  When Kurt walked into the store. The father recognized Kurt. He thanked him for his service than he laughed. He told Kurt. You are the soldier and Texas Ranger who tossed the Medal of honor at the feet of the damn  politician. You spit at his feet. My home is your home my friend. My daughter liked you. She liked few white people. Most white people are seedy and evil. Kurt, if you need help. I can help you.

He was awoke from his daydream by a gentle touch of Monica. She was the lady who helped in the opium house. Very kind, very gentle and still very pretty. Monica took his right hand and she led him to a soft bedding on the ground. She made him lay down and she whispered. Don't speak. She took off his boots, his guns and the boot knife. She took off his dirty shirt than his pants.  She walked away and she came back with a white shirt and pant. He dressed quickly and he laid on the soft bedding. Monica smiled and she told him. Now you look like a China man. She went to the nearby table and grasp a pipe and a bowl. She brought them to him. The pipe was decorated with Asia's art and the bowl too. She slowly mixed the chemical in the bowl and she saw the sad eyes of Kurt. She put down the pipe and the bowl. She caressed his hands, face and shoulders. She sang to him.
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Relax my little bird.  The world is quiet now.
Relax my little bird.  You are safe and sound now.
Relax my little bird.  Your bad dream will fade away.
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She lite the pipe and she handed the pipe to him. He inhaled the opium and he looked at Monica. She reminded him of his dear Elizabeth. He thanks her and he fell into a deep and needed sleep. Monica felt great sadness for Kurt. The soldiers pay for the wars. Their dreams of war forever tattoos in their brain and their skin.  Faces of youth destroyed by war and blood. She caressed Kurt's face like a baby. She kissed his forehead and she held his hand. She watched him and she ensured the bad dreams stay away.

                               John Castellenas/Coyote

 






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Once again, I'm in awe of the way you've developed so much depth & complexity in your characters & in your scenes. I can feel the silent life lessons lingering right behind the storyline. The scene with the medal-pinning & throwing it back at the politician -- I can feel everything you've ever written about "war" in that scene. The optics are perfect to get your point across with much intensity.

Then the massage . . . that is so artfully done from start to finish. I could almost feel myself being either one -- the massager or the massagee . . . this book as a whole is off the charts in your raw & rustic writing style which I enjoy so much.

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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment. You gave me reasons to keep writing this one.



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Once again, I'm in awe of the way you've developed so much depth & complexity in your characters & in your scenes. I can feel the silent life lessons lingering right behind the storyline. The scene with the medal-pinning & throwing it back at the politician -- I can feel everything you've ever written about "war" in that scene. The optics are perfect to get your point across with much intensity.

Then the massage . . . that is so artfully done from start to finish. I could almost feel myself being either one -- the massager or the massagee . . . this book as a whole is off the charts in your raw & rustic writing style which I enjoy so much.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment. You gave me reasons to keep writing this one.
Aloha John, this is a lovely chapter and learn more about Kurt. I love the strong honoring of women throughout your chapters. They are so beautiful and sure and have depth. It is sad to know of his restlessness and the burden of war and death. There are some very tender images likes how Beth finds him in the mountains and soothed him with song. Lovely story.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you my dear friend. Three more chapters of character building and the story shall begin.
Love the Wild West flavor of this, spiced with a touch of the mysterious East. Also love that women are major characters and healers in many ways. Would totally buy this if it were published. Kudos to the Dreamwalker once again.....

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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you Annette. I do appreciate the comment.
This brings to mind the opium houses in the old cowboy days, very entertaining read, it heartbreaking how women and drugs can become surrogate mothers a man can get dependent on so easily, a soothing hand can be like a drug too at times.

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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Sometime you need both. Woman can be the calm in a man's life. I used the opium because of the time .. read more
Corset

1 Year Ago

most welcome sir! :)
Again you weave the native Indian myths with historical figures and love and hate to make a wonderful tale Coyote.

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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you John. Need time to write this one.

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