“I gently urged Clyde toward a big elm tree standing twenty yards from the front of the cabin and reined him to a stop partially behind the wide trunk. Pulled my rifle out of its boot and rested it across the big gelding’s withers. “You Wilbur Redhand?” He kept whittling without looking up. “Who’s askin?” “I’m Deputy Marshal Jubal Smoak. Looking for an outlaw named Crow Redhand. If you’re Wilbur, I was told you’re his kin.” He nodded and kept whittling. Presently, he said, “Crow ain’t here. He come, but he left. Needed doctoring. Someone shot him in the foot.” “Reckon that’d been me,” I said. “Had a shootout down near Fairland. I shot him in the foot. He shot me in the back.” He squinted at me. “Surprised you’re alive. Crow usually aims to kill. Never knew him to miss.” LiteratureFictionMysteryAdventureYaSci FiNative AmericanFiction BooksNative American Fiction Book:Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery Source: Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery
“Zlata Dromenko was a stout Cossack about my height with a thick single eyebrow giving her a serious, severe look. I found out she’d been a mail-order bride who came over from Ukraine to marry a local farmer, a Russian immigrant. He died, though, and now Mrs. Dromenko worked in the hospital bullying patients like me. I called her “Hun,” because she made me think of Attila. I was curious as to how Mr. Dromenko died but was afraid to ask.” ActionLiteratureMysteryAdventureDramaExcitingYaSci FiNative AmericanWesterns Book:Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery Source: Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery
“The doctor said the cold probably kept him from bleeding to death, but the body of his mother and the buffalo robe stayed him from freezing. It was a miracle he survived either, bleeding or freezing to death.” ActionLiteratureMysteryAdventureExcitingYaSci FiNative AmericanWesterns Book:Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery Source: Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery