Chapter 6

"He said, "the man who rescued us says for you to come quickly. He does not know how long he can last. He has been stabbed in the stomach. I am a doctor. You have medical equipment?" I screamed "Medic!" Our medic ran up. I told him to stay with this man, and to bring him up when we had this area secure. Then I cried "Yo! Marines!"
We went inside, found the captain still on the heavy machine gun blasting away. With his fire to cover us we made quick work of the Iraqis. There were thirty-six of 'em and the captain had killed seventeen himself. When I got to him he was pretty bad. The doctor and the medic got there. The captain told me to take command. I wanted to move him immediately to the pick up zone, but the doctor said if we did he'd die. He needed ten minutes to stop the bleeding.
I called air cover, asked them if they could keep The Iraqis off us that long, and they said they would. Those were tense ten minutes. Our guys sat their charges and waited for my signal. As soon as the doctor finished what he was doing and the captain wrapped in a fresh bandage we moved blowing the communications center as we went.
We got to one pick up point. When the helicopters came down we crammed the Kuwaiti women on board, and the captain told them to get them to safety, then come back for us, the pilot commander screaming bloody murder, but finally took off.
We kept moving with the air cover telling us which way to go. Finally, the helicopter came back with enough ships to take us all and we got out of there. When we were unloading our commanding officer suddenly ran up, said "Get your men in ranks! Hurry up! The commanding general's here!"
The general appeared, told us to stand at ease, then just came up and shook my hand, and said "I just had to come down and just had to welcome you back. Well done, sir, well done!" He greeted each marine then came back to me. "Anything I can do for you, sir?" he asked. "Sir!" I snapped, coming to attention, "I would like to recommend my commanding officer for the medal of honor, for I well believe what he did was above and beyond the call of duty!" The general nodded. "You get the papers made out, sir," he snapped, "you get them to me. Thank you again, gentlemen! We're rolling over them. They're in total confusion! Your effort was no small part of this endeavor. God bless you all!"
He hurried to his helicopter and whisked away. That handshake, that was worth more to me than any other honor I ever got. The captain recovered. We saw a little more action, but he was flown home. The president made mention of his incredible ancestry when he gave him the medal. "Here is a true American," he said, "he bears the blood of Europeans, Native Americans, Asians and, Africans, and the attributes of all those races have been blended together to make one fine American!""
Trivette whistled. "He looks pure white!" he remarked. "His other ancestors must e quite a ways back."
"Our great, great grandfather brought people from everywhere to his community. Over the years many of the people there have picked up the heritage of many races."
"You said OUR great great grandfather," Trivette questioned.
Twenty Arrows smiled. "William's ancestor also fathered a child with the Apache people. I am descended from that child! That is why he lives on the reservation. His children go to the reservation school. No one bothers them there."
"Quite a man!" Trivette remarked.
"Indeed!" his companion answered.
They got to the garage, and as the mechanics went to work Trivette called Cordell. The prisoner wasn't being very cooperative, but he had let it slip that Shakona would shortly be arriving in Dallas, and that the brothers had promised him some really good artifacts to take home. But so far everything seemed safe.
"As soon as you get your windshield replaced," Cordell insisted, "Get over to the safe house. "
Gage and Cooke were already there. They would be along in an hour or so and then probably head for CD's for supper. Cordell planned on bunking at the safe house until this operation was concluded.
"Take it easy, Trivette!" he cautioned. He hung up the phone, peeked in the interrogations room, and saw that William was still working on their reluctant guest with another ranger to bear witness. As he stood there another marshall walked up.
"Ranger Walker," he announced, "Marshal Rivermore. How's it going?"
"Fine!" Cordell answered.
"Might we have a moment alone?" the marshall asked. Cordell nodded and led the marshall into another interrogation room. "Listen, ranger," the marshall continued, "this isn't easy, but it has to be said. While you're working with Marshall Walker, we would like you to keep your eyes open for anything beyond regulations. Marshall Walker is one of the best men we have, but there is also a problem with him. Many of those he is sent to arrest end up dead, usually by some strange circumstance. They are usually people that it is very hard to convict, because they have very prominent connections. We are not saying that Marshall Walker is doing anything wrong, but if you should see any inappropriate actions we would appreciate you informing us. A good man can sometimes go beyond the law, when he is pushed too far. And God knows, William Walker has been pushed pretty far! We would appreciate you not telling Marshall Walker we have asked you to observe him."

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