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    The Half-breed & Soiled Dove
    The Half-breed & Soiled Dove
    The Half-breed & Soiled Dove
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    The Half-breed & Soiled Dove

    By Tina Kunkle

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    In 1866, spring arrived early for the small town of Spindle Top, Texas, and twenty-two year old Johanna O’Riley wasn't at all prepared for what it brought with it. Her homestead was usually a safe and quiet haven for her family, but on one fateful morning, the tranquility and peacefulness was shattered by the loud sounds of gunshots and her Ma’s horrific screams.
    In her blood soaked dress she laid her entire family to rest. The anger inside her grew with each and every shovel of dirt she threw on them. When Johanna finished, she stood on that hill top over-looking the three freshly dug graves and vowed to get revenge on the outlaws who took her family from her.
    She was willing to do anything to keep it, including dressing as a man to get it done, but the one thing she didn't count on, was the beautiful Isabella entering her life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTriplicity Publishing, LLC
    Release dateDec 8, 2014
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      The Half-breed & Soiled Dove - Tina Kunkle

      The Half-Breed & Soiled Dove

      By

      Tina Kunkle

      The half-breed & Soiled Dove © 2014 Tina Kunkle

      Triplicity Publishing, LLC

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without permission.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events of any kind, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Printed in the United States of America

      First Edition – 2014

      Cover Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC

      Interior Design: Triplicity Publishing, LLC

      Editing: Melissa Scott- Triplicity Publishing, LLC

      Chapter One

      At high noon, Johanna O’Riley threw the last shovel of Texas dirt on top of her pa. The spot she picked under the old, oak tree on the grassy hill was perfect. It overlooked their homestead, and she was sure her family would have liked their final resting place.

      With the warmth of the sun beating down on her while she was digging, it wasn’t long till she grew hot; and reached down and pulled up the bottom of her long, now dry, blood-soaked tan dress and wiped the sweat dripping from her brow. She looked heartbroken unto the three freshly dug graves that were now raised up from the earth.

      If you would have told her a day ago she would be burying her entire family, she would have thought your brain was scattered.

      With tears once again flowing from her eyes, she pounded the last of the three white wooden crosses into the ground at the head of each grave. With every hit of the hammer the noise bounced back, echoing through the valley. She carved each of their names and the year, 1866, into the wood.

      Kneeling on her knees at her pa’s grave, she looked out across the land. The homestead had five hundred acres with a small, sod house and a wooded barn to match. This was good land. Cattle thrived and got fat on the lush, green grasses of summer. They had twenty head of cattle and four horses. Her pa put a lot of sweat into this land, and now his blood ran deep into its soil.

      At twenty two years of age, Johanna should have been married and had a child or two, but that wasn’t Johanna. She wanted nothing to do with men. She would rather have traveled or attended school out in California than have a husband. Not that she couldn’t get one if she wanted with her slender body and long, shimmering black hair she inherited from her ma, and her gorgeous green eyes she inherited from her pa. She was the complete package. Plus, she had smarts. She could read and write anything she could get her hands on, and was brighter than most for it. Before this all happened, life in Spindle Top didn’t tickle her fancy, but now all that had changed. This homestead she wanted to run from, now was the only thing she had left in the world; and she vowed to make good on her pa’s dying wishes.

      ***

      A few hours before, the day had started like any other. Johanna and her ma were cleaning up after breakfast and her pa was in the field turning dirt, with her brother Charlie, sitting happily on the old, gray mule as it pulled the plow. Three men rode up on horseback, and just started shooting for no apparent reason. A bullet hit her pa in the right leg and another went deep into his chest. Charlie was struck in the neck with a stray. Johanna’s Ma heard the gunshots from within the house and came running out screaming, Shikaa, Husband!

      One of the men heard her screams and whirled his chestnut horse around and pointed his six-shooter in her direction, and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck her in the heart. She fell to the ground, and her screams were forever silenced.

      Johanna was inside peeking out the window in horror; her ma told her to stay put when the gunfire started. She was holding her hand over her mouth, trying hard not to scream out at what she just witnessed, the brutal slaying of her entire family. She wanted to run out to her ma who was lying dead just three feet in front of the door, but couldn’t move from fear and shock of it all.

      She saw all the men’s faces that did the killing. They were now and forever burned into her memory, like a brand burned into a calf. One of the men was big with a strong, muscular body. He had a long, red scar down the left side of his face and haunting dark eyes. He was the one that shot her ma. The second one had an upright pointed nose and long, stringy hair coming from under his dirty brown cowboy hat. The last was smaller than the rest. His teeth were black, and two were missing from the front. Unlike the other two, he shot his gun from his left hand. All three had vicious smiles on their faces that showed they enjoyed the killing they just done. They were all different, but somehow still the same. The biggest one with the scar yelled to the other two, Check the house for anyone else!

      The two men galloped up to the house and pulled their horses to a sliding stop, then dismounted. Johanna’s heart started pounding. She could hear their footsteps and spurs jingling as they walked closer and closer to the door. Her heart pounded faster with each and every step they took. She quickly got her wits back and quietly slipped out the back door and ran to the creek behind the house, and hid behind a boulder. She heard the men inside ransacking the house. Minutes later, she heard the sounds of laughter and hooves of galloping horses racing away.

      She watched the three men in the distance, getting smaller and smaller the further they rode. When it was safe and they were out of view she ran to her ma, screaming, Shi maa, Shi maa!

      Her ma was a full-blooded Apache Indian squaw with long, black hair that

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