Ghost Fire

By DeWitt A. Herd

The thoughts of the Cavalry and Indians still fi ghting even
after death. I believe that when the body dies, what happens
to the energy? It has to go somewhere. Now, picture this: the
human brain is powered by electrical energy, the body itself generates natural energy such as heat. Does this create the soul or trap spirits that is between realities? A battle in the 1800s came to an end as they were overwhelmed by a dust devil, only to continue their fight in the present as a ghostly form.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469143538

DeWitt A. Herd

I am presently residing in El Paso, Texas where I’ve retired with 20 years of military service with the Army. However, my heart still belongs to the greatest city and fast lanes in New York. I was born in the Bronx and have attended Evander Child High School. My personal vendetta to learn more was starting with achieving an interest in Catering/Gourmet Cooking where teaching Food Service came more than just natural it was my own personal calling to teach in the art of cooking, a Bachelor’s degree in Human Services, and achieving a Master in Marriage, Family, and Child Therapy to expand my knowledge. In addition a Substance Abuse Counselor and being an Anger Resolution Therapist, and being part of the International Poet Society where my inspirations have truly been enlighten throughout my career. The book “Philosophy of Arabian 5” has been in draft since 1978 and the reason for it lasting delay is that is that there were true events that were difficult to research and to make it acceptable to the readers not just to the author. Well, without any further delay I do hope you’ll enjoy a strange tale of “Philosophy of Arabian 5”.

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Copyright © 2012 by DeWitt A. Herd.

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Contents

ix. Predate 1800

1. Present Day

2. Day 2

3. The Escape

4. East Meets West

5. A Day of Revenge

6. The Battle Begins

7. All Hope Is Not Lost

8. A New Day or Just the Beginning

9. Authors Notes

Going to a different path doesn’t always end up in the wrong direction. There are times where these paths do lead into a greater direction than you or anybody would hope for. And yet all too often we choose the wrong path because it’s the shortest or easiest way to your new or old location. A-5

Predate 1800

T exas territory 1870, 25 miles east of Fort Stockton a military out-post. The cavalry escorted a small wagon train on the trail west to the fort. Lieutenant Paul Banner called for sergeant Jim Graves. Sergeant I need you to send one of your fastest troopers ahead to the fort. Have him tell the Captain of our expected arrival.

Wagon master, we will camp here and be on the move come first light, said the Lieutenant. Yes, sir said the wagon master. I got a gut feel-n about this. Lt. Banner turned to the side as he stations his horse and yell, Master Sergeant! He yelled, prepared the men for encampment. Yes, Sir! (Master Sergeant Wayne Cox, a 20-year infantry veteran who was transfer to the cavalry). Wagon Master said the lieutenant as he turns back around. The name is Bates; JR Bates. "Of course; Mr. Bates, I’ll need your men to help post guards along with my troopers.

Meanwhile the clouds slowly darkens’ to three different shades of gray, mix with black. The wind had picked up as it blows a high pitch-whistling scream. Mr. Bates, said the lieutenant. Mr. Bates was distracted while looking into the sky. Mr. Bates! The lieutenant yelled. Yes, sir I see movement in the hills to the right of us. Sir, Lieutenant Sir! Replied the Master Sergeant Cox as he walks with his horse by his side, holding the honest strap around the head of the horse steady, we have trouble sir, there’s movement in the hills, said Cox. As he proceed closer the lieutenant asked, any notion who they are? Cannot say for sure, but I think there Indians, possibly Cochise renegades, said Bates. Yes sir, lieutenant it could be Indians, but not sure Cochise renegades this Far East, said Cox.

Go help the people settle in for camp, there is a storm coming. However, there is not much we can do until first light, said the lieutenant.

Without warning, the wagon train was attack. As the screams and gunfire echo through the land, a lone trooper race towards the fort. He turned and looked back afar, seeing the darken clouds. He notices the glow of fire and gray smoke as it seems to be embracing the clouds above. The trooper halted and dismounted the horse. Then hearing what sounds like screams and gunfire carried by the wind. The wind was getting stronger the trooper yelled Damn! No! There’s no time to waste. He quickly mounted and road off with much concerns, hoping to reach the fort in time.

Yet, the fighting went on as the dust devil over ran the camp. The renegade braves, those who were left turn and try to head to the hills’. Nevertheless, the wind was too strong as the sun began to blackening and disappeared. The burning of the wagons had replaced the sun and lit the way for the dust storm that followed the dust devil westward towards the fort.

The trooper looked back one last time, seeing twin lightning bolts striking the ground without the company of thunder. He was not sure if the encampment had been hit, but the glow from the fire in the distant was no longer in sight. A second flash appeared as the horse stumble to a fall, the trooper took cover as the dust devil came upon quickly. It seems like hours as the storm passes through, come on girl! he said, let get out of here. He rode off once more to reach the fort.

Meanwhile, at the fort, the dust devil turned south, while the dust storm quickly passes through. Rider approaching, Sergeant; a trooper shouted at the gate tower wall. Can you identify who it is? Stated the sergeant of the guard; its trooper Josh. Open the gate; the rider had rush in the fort and dismounted as he saluted. Report trooper Josh, said the sergeant as the commanding officer step out of the headquarter building and walk towards the rider. Trooper Josh, said the post commander. The commander was a medium built man with a thick black mustache. Lieutenant Colonel Greene, who replaced Colonel Davis six month earlier; report trooper said Greene, Trooper Josh, Sir! I came to inform you of lieutenant Banners’ arrival with the wagon train, Sir! The trooper began to display a look of fear as he tries to hold the expression of a soldier who is in control. As he lower his voice the trooper stated I believed Indians attacked them. Sergeant! Prepared the men were moving out, said Lt. Colonel Greene.

The cavalry quickly mounted their horses and lined up at the gate. The top sergeant mounted and began to hold the Lt. Colonel’s horse in place. The lt. Colonel came while putting on his gloves and then mounted this horse. As the gate opens, Top Sergeant, give the order to move out said the Colonel. The top sergeant props up in his seat and turn his body slightly to the left. Raised his right arm and hand with his hand making a fist with two fingers sticking outward, the top sergeant waves this arm back and then forward, while yelling; Cavalry Forward, Ho! They quickly moved out leaving dust be hide them.

A few hours later the cavalry came to the site. However, the only thing they saw at the encampment was a half buried wagons still smoldering from the fire. Top sergeant, see if you can find any survivors said the Colonel. Yes sir, the troopers spread out to search the area as some dismounted to search on foot. The top sergeant reported to the Colonel; Sir! Except for a few arrows, some rifles across the path and this trooper’s