He Rode a White Horse

By Douglas Beatty

This is the life of a young Army Scout who lost his wife and his faith in mankind. And how the trust of an Army General and his faith in God, got this young Scout through his hardship and able to find love again.
How a town lost its life savings and the payroll belonging to the Army who had entrusted it in their care. The way a small Village lost everything they had worked so hard for, not just material things, but lives too. The greed of one man who wanted more than the next guy, and he did not care who got hurt while getting what he wanted.
The one true companion this young Scout had was the love for his horse and the love the horse had for him.
God has a strange way of working within our life. Through a horse and the trust of a true friend, God was able to save this young man.
No matter your crisis, by keeping your faith in God and trusting in him. God will find away to get you through it. Who knows, there could be a horse in your life.


Amen

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481729208

Douglas Beatty

I write to reach out to those who find reading boring. Ether they don't understand what the Author is trying to say, or the book is to long and they lose enterance in it. I try to write in a way that my readers can find themselves in what I'm writing.

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HE RODE A

WHITE HORSE

Douglas Beatty

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© 2013 by Douglas Beatty. All rights reserved.

Edited By: Evelyn Bartsch

                  Deborah Warren

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/08/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-2922-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-2921-5 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-2920-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013904481

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Contents

1      A Border Town

2      The Raid

3      Bored

4      An Army Scout

5      The Day Before

6      The Hold-Up

7      City Hall

8      Celebration

9      The Posse

10      Sitting Ducks

11      A Cry for Help

12      Fallen Hero’s

13      Gen. Cook

14      Revenge

15      Help’s on its Way

16      A Boys Cry

17      The Trip Home

18      The Village

19      Sissy

20      San Antonio

21      Family

22      Volunteer

23      Welcome Home

24      Bad News

25      Getting Ready

26      Horse is a Hero

27      Twin Guns

28      The Fort

29      Sedona

30      A New Sheriff

INTRODUCTION

This is the life of a young Army Scout who lost his wife and his faith in mankind. And how the trust of an Army General and his faith in God, got this young Scout through his hardship and able to find love again.

How a town lost its life savings and the payroll belonging to the Army who had entrusted it in their care. The way a small Village lost everything they had worked so hard for, not just material things, but lives too. The greed of one man who wanted more than the next guy, and he did not care who got hurt while getting what he wanted.

The one true companion this young Scout had was the love for his horse and the love the horse had for him.

God has a strange way of working within our life. Through a horse and the trust of a true friend, God was able to save this young man.

No matter your crisis, by keeping your faith in God and trusting in him. God will find away to get you through it. Who knows, there could be a horse in your life.

Amen

1

A Border Town

Along the border of Mexico and West Texas lies a small border town. It really never had a true name. Who ever had the backbone to run this little town, got to name it? Therefore, this little border town had as many names as it did rulers. Right now the outlaw, who ruled over the town at the time, went by the name of Two-Guns, he had a pair of twin guns and that’s what he called this town, Twin Guns.

All the buildings were made of mud and grass. Each side had a small square window and the front door sat center of the wall with one window on each side. The roof was lined with logs, long bladed grass, and all this was packed with mud to keep it from leaking during the rainy season.

Most of these huts were occupied by the local whores.

Now down on Main street, (the only reason they gave this dirt trail its name), it’s the only road leading in or out of this little border town. There are several buildings, one could find any of these buildings in any other town, yet the only building you would not find in Twin Gun’s, was a bank. No one living here trusted banks and they were too easy to rob.

The population of this border town was made up of the worse outlaws that ever walked the West. They came as far as Illinois and from every corner of the West. If one had a price on one’s head they were welcomed. To enter the town you better have a piece of paper with your name or picture and how much the law wanted to give for your hide. The higher the price on your head, the higher your credit or stature would be.

Without this paper one would not make it alive past the sentry on either end of Main Street. They were ordered by Two-Guns to kill anyone without this paper. If they failed, he would kill them and replace them with someone who could carry out his orders. Therefore, if you did have a price on your head, you better have this paper or you were dead.

It seemed everyday someone got to bragging on how he was faster than the next. The street was covered with blood of those who bragged when they should have kept their mouth shut. Even the Doc. and Undertaker had a price on their head. And they were the richest of them all, for this little town kept them busy. Anytime of the day or night a cry went out through the town calling for the Doc. or Undertaker.

On the South side of Twin Guns, a river ran through it known as the Red River.

On the South banks of the river was Mexico and on the North side was Texas. This point of the river was the easiest place to cross into Mexico. Yet, it was the hardest way into Twin Guns. The sentry here was Two-Guns younger brother and he would love to shoot you whether you had your papers or not. He knew the first time anyone went against his brother there would be hell to pay. Even though, he was a man not to be trusted.

Depending on the time of year, if one didn’t mind crossing the mad river further West of town, it’s easier to enter town from Mexico. The sentry on this end of town really did not care what Two-Guns said. If you had money he would make up a paper for you. That is everyone but dirt farmers. He just could not stand them. They were weak and too willing to give-up all they had worked so hard for.

He even hated going on raids to these farmlands and watch the men give up their life savings, as their women and children stood by crying of hunger. He just could not understand how one would not fight for what was theirs.

2

The Raid

As the sentry on the South side of Main Street was thinking about the weak dirt farmers and enjoying the quietness of the morning, the sun was just breaking the line between heaven and earth. Then as the sun broke through the morning sky, aloud cry came out from the North side of town. The sentry on the South side turned in his saddle hoping to see another man be right or wrong. Not this time, the cry came from one of the whore’s huts. A man came running out with his pants in one hand and his gun belt in the other. When one would first lay eyes on him, they did not know if he was coming or going, either way he still had on his boots an’ hat. He was running down the street and the girl was cry he had not paid her. She was yelling, Pay me or I’ll fix it where that little snake between your legs never comes out again!!

Everyone came out to see why or who was doing all the yelling so early in the morning. As their eyes became focused and could make out who was running down the street in his under pants, the town’s people started to laugh. The man running through the street was the Undertaker. He was a tall slender man and to see him running, he looked like a scarecrow. And the whore was right on his butt with a long knife. At that time a shot rang through the streets as Two-Guns told the whore, To go back to your hut, put some clothes on and leave the Undertaker alone!

The whore stopped turned and went back to her hut. Then Two-Guns yelled, Undertaker next time pay the whore or I’ll put the next bullet in you. He just yelled back, I forgot my money, and kept running.

Once the