Smoke Lady

By R. Blair Sands

A gripping tale of the old west, where a black woman, a previous slave, gets revenge in a big way.
A previous Indian scout teaches her how to fight and when her previous masters come looking for her, she exacts her deepest felt revenge on them. Nothing can stop her, as she and the Indian scout work together to set the situation straight. Full of passionate action.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Blair Sands
• Release date: Nov 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301345373

R. Blair Sands

I began my writing career in 1972, while in Thule, Greenland on assignment with Ford Aerospace. My first novel never made it into print because I considered it too bad to print. Hopefully, I improved along the way. Now I have more books that I did publish, and hope everyone likes. You can read 10 percent of any of my books on Smashwords.com and I invite you to peruse them. Thankfully, people who read the previews, usually buy the book. Hope that keeps up...Thanks everyone...

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SMOKE LADY

By

R. Blair Sands

Copyrighted 2006 by Robert Santee,

aka R. Blair Sands

Smashwords Edition

The characters in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relationship to anyone bearing the same name or names.

SMOKE LADY

By

R. Blair Sands

Fog drifted in over the Pascagoula River, lying like a dull dreaded thing over the land. The sound of waves on the gulf could be easily heard by the man, women and two half grown boys that moved from one large clump of brush to the next. Their dark skins shined with the beads of perspiration and of fear, their eyes ever probing the fog of the Mississippi morning.

The man halted his family just a little short of the river and whispered to his wife, Lillie, me and the boys will go on alone and if it's okay, Billy will come back for you. Ok?

No, I won't leave my family. Lillie spoke in a whisper, but definitely.

You listen, and listen to me well, woman, the man whispered angrily. You're a Princess. You may even be a Queen now. You have to escape and that boat out on the gulf will take you home.

Then take us all home, Lillie whispered stubbornly.

The man shrugged his shoulders, and then his fist came out of nowhere, crashing into her jaw, turning her gray world to black.

How long she might have been out she couldn’t know. What she did know, however, was that her head pounded with a deep throbbing pain. Her jaw ached terribly. She found that she was lying under a huge bush; its branches were dragging the ground so she wouldn't be seen. Light streamed in to her hiding place, telling her the fog had lifted.

With her head still pounding she wiggled out from under the bush. She stood up, brushing the leaves off her dress, her eyes taking in the whole area. She could hear the surf of the gulf in the distance, and see the gulls floating softly overhead on the air currents.

She came out in an opening at the riverbank and stopped suddenly as she saw the bodies of her husband and two sons swinging slowly in the breeze. Her son Billy had bitten his tongue in half and part of it was hanging out of his mouth, his dead eyes staring out at nothing.

Lillie screamed, falling to her knees and beating the ground with her fist. She yelled, Why, oh why God? Why? Tears flowed freely down her cheeks; the growing hardball of sickness tied her stomach in knots.

Looks like we overlooked one Captain, the voice came from behind her.

Lillie turned slowly around and could see five men. Four of them she knew from the plantation, but the fifth one she didn't know. He was dressed like the man who had taken her from her home many years ago.

One of the plantation men, a tall thin man with a hanging mustache stained from tobacco, walked up to her carrying a rope. He flipped it over her head and jerked it tight cutting off her breath.

Come on ya black bitch, he growled as he dragged her along the ground. It’s high time ya joined your family.

Lillie clutched wildly at the rope trying desperately to free it, loosen it