Chapter 4

Twenty Arrows looked at him curiously, then smiled and nodded. "Many years ago," he explained, "three companions and I were accused of reaping two white girls. We were about to be lynched when Son Of Thunder arrived, William. Him and his team had just captured the four men that had actually raped the girls, four Korean American brothers who strongly resembled Native American brothers. The lynching party did not want to believe him. We were Apaches. They might as well hang us anyway. Thunder Walker convinced them otherwise, but took three bullets in the process before the rest of his unit arrived and subdued the lynch party. I visited him in the hospital, told him I owed him blood debt. If I could in any way serve him I would be honored. He said "Become a marshal." I did so. Served in a couple of local offices then when an opening came available I joined Thunder Walker's unit. That was ten years ago. We work well together, so the service has not separated us."
"Why do you call him Thunder Walker?" Trivette asked.
"Because he is like a thunderstorm wherever he goes. He simply knocks down everything that gets in his way. He is a master of Shindo, recognized by The International Order of The Shaolin as a Supreme Master, a high priest. He is the most incredible marksman I have ever seen. I have never known him to miss!
We serve together in The Marine Corps Reserves as well as the marshals. I was a lieutenant and he was a captain in The Gulf War. I was there when he won the medal of honor. I was among the officers that signed the petition." Trivette turned in his seat, now strongly interested. "Tell me about it!" he insisted. "Not now," Twenty Arrows answered. "Look! Isn't that the one we're seeking?"
Trivette looked to where he was pointing. "If it isn't it's his twin brother!" he answered.
Twenty Arrows started to open the door but Trivette stopped him. "We've got to have back up!" he insisted, "The two of us can't go in that bar and bring out a white man. We'd have to kill everybody in there!"
He picked up the radio and called the steak out at the other bar. Twelve minutes later they pulled in behid them and got out.
"This is better!" Trivette snapped, getting out of the truck. "Four of us will make things a lot easier."
With the other two rangers following they entered the bar. All eyes turned towards them as they made their way across it. Trivette grabbed one of the men playing pool and slammed him down on the table, pinning his arm. "Texas Rangers!" he announced. "Harold Fife, you're under arrest!" He quickly gave him his rights as he handcuffed him then hauled him to his feet.
"Hey!" the man complained, "I haven't done anything!"
Trivette pulled a pistol from his belt. "Convicted felon with THIS?" he snapped. "That'll be enough to put you away for five years. And I understand the feds have much more they want to talk to you about. LET'S GO!"
As they made for the door eight husky bikers blocked it. "Hey!" one of them growled. "You boys aren't coming in here and taking a friend of OURS without reason!"
Ranger Cooke stepped forward. "This man is under arrest!" she snapped. "No interference will be tolerated. Move aside!"
The burly biker turned towards her. "You gonna make me, sweetie?" he asked.
The ranger punched him in the stomach. As he gasped for breath she kneed him between the legs then punched him in the side of the head sending him to the floor.
"Anybody else?" she snapped. The rest of the bikers backed off, clearing the way to the door. As they put the prisoners in the back up car, some of the bikers rolled away on their bikes. Twenty Arrows smiled at his companion. "Damned good back up!" he muttered. "Take him in. Marshal Walker will want to talk to him. I'm going to check with some f my associates in town to see if any Indian artifacts have come up among the missing."
"I'll stick with you!" Trivette insisted. "If you don't mind. "
Twenty Arrows shook his head. They got back in Trivette's truck and took off. They had barely got rolling when Trivette reminded Arrows that he was going to tell him how Marshall Walker had won the medal of honor.
"Well, it's quite a ride where we're going," Arrows agreed. "I don't see why not! It's no secret!"

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