Blood-Fest of the Dinosaurs

By Kenneth Rooks

In addition to the dinosaur attacks, the Russians have set up a base in 1248 A.D., Arizona, where they are using captured Apache slaves to grow opium. The plan is to flood the streets of America with cheap heroin and create an avalanche of new drug addicts.
Not to be out done, the United States send its own team from the newly created Time Travel Service to counter the enemies' efforts by catching their own dinosaurs for a revenge attack against Russian targets. The Americans also have the goals of destroying the enemies' bases and ending their ability to ever attack the U.S., again using the time travel technology that had been stolen from them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth Rooks
• Release date: May 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370758142

Kenneth Rooks

I am currently retired and enjoy writing as a hobby. I generally stay busy writing most days which gives me a lot of pleasure and joy. To help me stay active, I have a desk-topped treadmill which allows me to write while I exercise.

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Blood-Fest of the Dinosaurs

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Kenneth Rooks

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CHAPTER 1

Gray Wolf took pride standing with many of the braves from the Mescalero tribe, while beating his sacred drum as others performed the ‘Sunrise Dance.’ It was early spring and the people who also referred to themselves as the Inde or Mountain Spirits, were engaged in a four day ceremony to celebrate the passing of a sweet young virgin named, Little Deer, into womanhood. This girl was Gray Wolf's girlfriend, and he was feeling a great sense of pride as he watched her dance. The Sunrise ceremony also had the purpose of helping bring together extended families, while strengthening tribal bonds and deepening the Inde's connection to their own spiritual heritage. As this sacred occasion progressed, the people in attendance each picked up a handful of pollen from a special basket and shook it over her head while chanting prayers to the Great Spirit. Then her father came forward and poured some corn kernels and candies over her head to as a symbolic gesture to protect the young woman from ever experiencing famine.

The men of the tribe were dressed in deerskin shirts, loin-cloths, and moccasins. Most of the women wore short deerskin skirts with moccasin shoes or boots, decorated with beads. Young Little Deer was adorned in a beautiful, ceremonial full length deerskin dress, which was decorated with many beads and a lot of fringe. It was common practice for both adult males and females of this tribe to wear their hair long. The women would sometimes leave their hair free or it could be tied into a bun and fastened with a hair ornament called nah-leens. This didn't mean that the tribe never had their hair cut in their entire lives. When young babies reached a certain age, they would receive a ritual hair cutting from the old medicine man himself. It was thought that this would help to promote good health as the child grew up; however, the adults themselves never cut their hair because they thought it would anger the evil spirits, and bring bad luck down on them as well as others in the tribe.

The Sunrise Dance was designed to be a long tiring ordeal that would test the stamina of the young girl being honored, and she was required to remain dancing almost constantly to the accompaniment of dozens of tribal songs. During the ceremony the girl would receive a lot of assistance from her godparents and friends, but it was still a very strenuous and difficult task to complete. The women dancers were wearing ankle wraps, which had bells attached to leather straps, to accompany their their movements as they danced.

As Gray Wolf played his drum, he could hear the verses of a very familiar song which went as follows:

Ha- nam-a yo- o ya hai huh-wurt

(far on the dessert ridges stands the cactus)

Ka- na - hu- va muh- muhk

(lo the blossoms swaying)

Ka- cho-wuch-chi ka-no- ya ki-moi

(to and fro the blossoms swaying, swaying)

After four days the ceremony finally ended, and the native people came to offer their congratulations and welcomed Little Deer as a grown woman into the Mescalero tribe. The long days of celebration had taken its toll and almost everyone was exhausted and dead on their feet. There were still a few hardy souls who had enough stamina to stay up, but the vast majority of the tribe retired to their homes which were called 'Kowa.' These were dome-shaped structures framed with cottonwood or other types of poles, and thatched with grass, which was called, Pi.

Gray Wolf escorted his new mate to their Kowa. There they rested for two full days, before it came time to consummate their relationship. Gray Wolf thought his new mate was such a delightful creature lying there naked on the bearskin rug. The sexy young female had long been the focus of his sensual desires. Now here she was, lying there with him. Her warm body was feeling so delightful as it was rubbing up against him.

Little Deer, you look so beautiful? smiled Gray Wolf.

The young virgin’s face flushed with color, and she was feeling nervous when he removed his lion cloth. She could feel herself begin to tremble when lay down beside her. It wasn’t long before the young brave was feeling very happy from the pleasure she was giving him. Little Deer was also finding enjoyment in his arms. Afterwards, she was feeling safe and secure with her new mate lying there beside her. After they had consummated their new relationship, the young girl glanced up at him for a second, before giving him a kiss.

The following morning, Gray Wolf awoke before Little Deer and prepared himself to go hunting. This meant that he was required to grease his body with animal fat. There was a very important reason for him having to do this. It helped to mask his smell, so that the game wouldn't detect presence. The Mescalero tribe relied primarily on hunting and the gathering of cactus fruits or other wild plants for their survival. As a matter of fact, hunting provided them with many of their most valuable products. In addition to food, these included, shelter, clothing, and blankets. Obviously, without these items, life would have been much more difficult, if not down right impossible for these native people.

The Mescaleros hunted a variety of animals including buffalo, Jack rabbits, deer, wild turkeys, fox, bears, mountain lions, beavers, and eagles. Not all of the animals were used for food. For example, when the bald eagle was killed, feathers would be plucked, and its dead carcass left to rot. There were also, other animals were considered to be unclean and wouldn't be eaten. Examples of these included snakes, turkeys, prairie dogs, and fish.

Gray Wolf and his tribe would trade buffalo hides, meat, bones, and tallow to the Pueblo tribe for a number of different products including blankets, pottery, turquoise, corn, cotton and other items. However, when hunting times were bad, the Mescaleros would resort to violence and just take what they wanted. After a time, the Pueblo's began referring to them by a different name, Apachu, which meant, the enemy."

When Gray Wolf had finished greasing his body, he quietly tiptoed over to where he stored his bow. There were two quivers of arrows hanging from one of the support beams. One of the quivers had all the arrowheads mounted on the shafts in a vertical orientation, while the other had the arrowheads mounted in a horizontal position. The choose of arrows depended on the target being hunted. Game animals had ribs that ran vertically and therefore needed an arrow with the same orientation, whereas, a human being had horizontal ribs. If the wrong type of arrow were used, it could get stuck between the prey's ribs and fail to penetrate very deeply into the target.

Gray Wolf then filled a small leather pouch with dried deer jerky and some corn kernels before setting out on his hunting trip to find game. Two hours later, he had crossed over a large hill into a vast area filled with scrub bushes. He had come here many times over the years and was generally more successful, than not. After searching for a while, he came upon some fresh deer tracks. There was a big buck, two does, and a younger one, all headed towards the mountains in the distance.

The highly skilled Mescalero hunter took off at a slow trot, and within a half-hour he was working himself close enough for a shot. He climbed up on some large boulders and silently moved into a position where he could look down on his prey. From past experience, he knew that it would be much more difficult for the deer to detect his movements in an elevated position.

Gray Wolf checked the wind and then slowly pulled back the bowstring until his hand touched his face. He then aimed at a spot straight up from the back side of the deer's front leg, halfway between the bottom of the chest and the back. When the arrow struck the deer, it jumped and took off running along with the other frightened members of its group. When the hunter checked the ground where the buck had been standing, he found blood drops, just as he had expected. From past experience, he knew the shot had been a good one, now it was only a matter of tracking down the mortally wounded creature.

The blood trail only ran for about 200 yards, and when Gray Wolf arrived, he found the deer lying on the ground still alive and kicking. He watched it for a few minutes as it grew weaker and it movements became less violent. The hunter then move in, grabbed the buck by its antlers, and cut the jugular veins in its throat. As it bleed out, he placed his lips on the open wound, and drank his fill of the the dying creatures warm red blood.

Gray Wolf then sat down to rest for a moment, as the blood dripped down from face and onto his naked thighs. Once he had recovered his strength, he began gutting the animal to keep the meat from spoiling. He slit the underside of the deer from its butt to its chest, before reaching his hands inside, and pulling out it heart, liver, lungs, and intestines. The Mescalero was especially careful not to rupture the bladder, and contaminate the rest of the meat. After the internal organs had been removed, he hauled the buck up a small incline and let gravity help the animal bleed out. The Mescalero warrior then ate the raw liver, before beginning to skin the carcass. It was much easier to remove the hide while the animal was still warm.

It was late afternoon, when he finally finished and started back. Half-way home he saw smoke clouds sending him a signal to hurry back without delay. He immediately tossed the deer carcass on the ground and began running back to his village. When he arrived, he saw his father and mother standing with several others anxiously awaiting his return.

What is wrong? Gray Wolf asked, breathlessly, as he came running up to them.

It's terrible, replied his father, with great distress in his voice, Strange demons came and took some of our people away with them. They also used magic sticks which spit death to kill poor Spotted Dog.

Spotted Dog is dead? asked Gray Wolf, in disbelief, but, how can this be possible?

It was demon magic, replied the father, A big blue tunnel appeared out of thin air and the evil ones came walking out of it. When Spotted Dog challenged them with his spear, they killed him without mercy. They then forced the whole village to assemble and then selected the ones they wanted. Now, there is no one left here except for the old and the young children. They took Little Deer, too.

Little Deer--? gasped Gray Wolf.

Yes, they made her and all the others walk into the swirling blue tunnel before it then disappeared into thin air.

Show me where this took place, demanded the Mescalero.

Come, replied his father, as he led him to an area near the edge of the village, It happened over there, continued the elderly man, as he pointed to a large open area.

Gray Wolf quickly walked to the location indicated by his father and began examining the ground. There were many fresh tracks leading to one spot, but none leading away. How was that possible? People just didn't vanish into thin air. He walked around the area several times looking for clues, but there was nothing of any consequence. He took one of Little Deer’s dresses and gave the scent to one of the village dogs, but it proved futile effort. The animal just ran around the area where the footprints were located, and did little else.

Burials were usually only carried out at night, and only by a few warriors who were selected for this purpose, however, the warriors of the tribe had been taken away and were no longer available to carry out this sacred duty. It was decided that the women would clean the body of Spotted Dog and dress him in his finest clothes. His face was painted and he was wrapped in a fine new blanket. There was a demonstration of sadness and woe at his loss, and then his body was taken away for burial. Spotted Dog's remains were placed in a depressed area of the ground at a secret location, and covered with rocks to keep the predators away.

The next day a count was done to see how many members of the tribe was still remaining. There had been seventy-eight before the demons had come, but now there were only twenty-nine remaining. It seems that everyone over the age of ten and in good health, had been taken. It was going to be hard for the tribe to survive now that its most valuable members had been taken. There was great depression everywhere and no one seemed to know what to do. Even Gray Wolf would sit for hours staring at the spot where the tragedy had occurred. He knew that it was going to be a very difficult and dark time for his tribe.

Chapter 2

Meanwhile, seven hundred and fifty-four years in the future, a distant relative of Gray Wolf had his own problems to deal with. The Mescalero had left the reservation in Arizona to pursue a life in the U.S. Military, and was finding success in his new life. His warrior blood had served him well, and he had become a valuable member of a very elite military unit.

Lieutenant Jack Bodaway's surname meant Fire-Maker in his native Mescalero dialect. The young soldier was among the most experienced members of Red Squadron, which was one of the four which made up DEVGRU, or as it is more familiarly known, SEAL Team 6. In addition to the Red Squadron, there were the Gold, Silver, Blue, and Squadrons. Each of these units contains about fifty men and each was split up into three troops, which are then further split up into teams of assault personnel and snipers.

Jack's squadron had been returning from Afghanistan, when him and several other of the most experienced members were given new orders to report to Harvey Point Defense Testing Activity in North Carolina. The soldiers were only told that they had language, and skills with cross-border operations into Pakistan, that made them useful for an upcoming operation. There were no specifics provided. This did not come as too much of a surprise to Jack and the other members of his unit. As usual, they just went about their jobs and performed several rehearsals for a raid against a full-scale model of the target they would be assaulting.

After a week of such practices, the SEAL's were sent to a Nevada location on the 18th of April. They were there to study what sort of effects the 4,000 foot elevation would have on the operation of the helicopters, they planned to use in the operation. Unfortunately, the mock-up was constructed with chain-link fences to simulate the walls found at the site of the target location, and no one realized the potential effects the high concrete walls would have on the lift capabilities of the copters, until it was much too late.

On Tuesday night, April 26th, Lieutenant Bodaway and his team climbed aboard a Boeing C-17 Globemaster at Naval Air Station in Oceana. Later they stopped to refuel in Germany, at Ramstein Air Base. After that, the big C-17 continued on to Bagram Airfield, north of Kabul, where the SEAL’s spent the night before moving on to Jalalabad, two days later. The men were then transported to a barracks and allowed to get a few days rest and relaxation, before the actual mission was scheduled to begin.

Shortly, before eleven o'clock on the night of May 1, Jack Bodaway glanced up at the moonless sky for a second before climbing aboard one of the two MH-60 Black Wolf helicopters sitting in an isolated area of the Jalalbad Air Field, in eastern Afghanistan. A few minutes later the aircraft lifted off with twenty-three members from SEAL team Six. In addition, there was a Pakistani-American translator named Mohammad Fard, and a Belgian Malinois dog called Cairo. The copter pilots were wearing night-vision goggles to help them navigate the dark skies.

The MH-60 Black Wolf helicopters had been modified to reduce their noise, heat, and mechanical movements. Other stealth features included sharp and flat exterior angles which had been covered with a special radar-dampening material. The helicopters each had two pilots and a crew member from the Night Stalkers, or 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment.

The SEAL teams' final destination was a three story building in a rather small city called Abbottabad. It was located nearly one hundred and twenty miles inside the Pakistani border, and situated north of the countries capital, Islamabad. The Central Intelligence Agency had obtained information, that the specific terrorist marked for termination was hiding out on the third floor of a house, located on a one acre compound in Bilal Town. The plan called for SEAL Team 6 to drop from the copters down into the compound, overpower the guards, and capture or terminate the terrorist. They were then to deliver him or his carcass back to Afghanistan.

However, as the pilot passed over the compound, and maneuvered into a high hovering position, the aircraft began losing lift, and causing Jack to realize that something was going horribly wrong.

Hold on, everyone, he screamed, We're going down hard.

After a few moments, Jack recovered his senses and did a quick survey to see if anyone had been injured. Fortunately, the team seemed to be in good condition, and he radioed the other copter that his unit was proceeding with the mission. He quickly gathered his people together and ran along a twelve foot-high wall that enclosed the animal pen. As they hurried towards the metal gate that closed in the pen, their combat boots became covered with feces and mud. The demolition squad quickly placed C-4 explosive charges on the hinges of the gate and blew it down.

The SEAL's then cautiously approached with their rifles pressed against their shoulders. They