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The most any Author can hope for, is imparting part of themselves with their words ... The most any of us, the readers, hope for, is an escape from the moment ... When this happens, true magic is made. Doug Hodges ... weaves his magical world from his experiences, beliefs in life and mother earth ... Doug is on a life quest ... Like the majority of people, he is a work unfinished, what sets him apart, he knows this. He remains in contact with his spiritual guides ... and ... together they take us away ... While most of us are afraid to be different, Doug wears this skin comfortably. He allows all of us to think, wonder, and dares us to change the paradigms of our individuality ... If you have not read Dougs work yet, what are you waiting for!
- The Author D. Everett Newell 4/08/2013
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Release dateSep 27, 2013
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Doug Hodges

I have been writing since I was old enough to hold a pencil, with my first poem written in the fifth grade. This led to a career in Colorado newspapers, which lasted more than twenty years, though in a variety of capacities. I once wrote an historical column, titled The Trail’s End. This tied my love of words in with my love of history, a deep-seated yearning flowing throughout my life. A need to blend the humanity and emotion of raw life with the cold stone of fact, the idealism of win and loss with the blood and bone reality of violence being a lose-lose proposition, trying to find that spiritual truth among the physical fact. In 2014, a good friend invited me to share a trip to Gettysburg, which reawakened a long-dormant civil war seed. From this journey came our collaborated book, Bob’s Gettysburg Saga & Poetry. Upon its successful publication, we decided that Bob should visit other historical sites and chose the Alamo for his next venture. Unfortunately, my friend was not able to participate in this endeavor. So I continued, trusting that the spirit of Bob’s creator would find its way between the lines. Following Bob’s section are a couple of obituaries I penned some time ago. Completing the volume are a couple of Western tales. I hope the reader may enjoy this collection of historical reminiscence as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now, on the backside of sixty, I reside in the Rio Grande Valley with my wife, who is also my personal editorial department (all errors are still mine, she will be quick to note), three dogs, and a parrot. My wife taught high school English and communication (speech) for over thirty years. When not writing or visiting family, we like to sit around and discuss words and language.

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    Alliances - Doug Hodges

    AuthorHouse™

    1663 Liberty Drive

    Bloomington, IN 47403

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    Phone: 1-800-839-8640

    © 2013 Doug Hodges. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Author photo on back cover by Linda Rubio.

    Unless otherwise noted, all works, herein, are the author’s. Any ‘worked’ images were accomplished with Adobe Photoshop Elements 9.

    Published by AuthorHouse 9/27/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-2132-9 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-2239-5 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2013917508

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    Table of Contents

    Title Page: Dragon - Wooden Carving, San Antonio, Texas 2008

    Image: Howling - Savannah, Georgia

    Prologue

    Image: Restaurant

    The Return of the Nemesis

    Old Year 2012

    Noah’s Raven

    December 2012

    Camo’d

    December 13, 2012

    Bronco and Raven

    January 12, 2013

    Image: Cemetery above Alma

    Silver Heels

    March 1, 2013

    Image: Coyote

    With those of a like and precious faith

    New Year 2013

    On A South Padre Island Beach

    2000

    Washington Goes to Gettysburg

    2013

    The Gun at Pickett’s Charge

    June 4, 2013

    Taxiing Along The River Styx

    the end of July 2013

    Dragon

    10/10/76

    Afterword

    the Voice of Coyote howls on …

    howling.jpg

    as given to

    Doug Hodges

    As always,

    for the Great Spirit,

    who started me on my way,

    and for Linda,

    without whom ….

    This book is dedicated to

    Thelma Mitchell,

    one of my most loyal followers.

    She will no longer be reading

    these stories, but,

    perhaps now,

    she may watch them unfold as they happen.

    Prologue

    when I was a younger man

    I roamed the high barren mountain peaks

    traversed through hidden valleys

    lush and alive, yet

    oh, so silent to the noise of man.

    I followed crystalline streams and mighty rivers,

    heard the thunder and roar through depthless gorges.

    I entered in to the secret places

    of the earth and explored therein,

    like some swallowed Jonah.

    the pathways of the world were more than a map;

    there were the very veins and arteries of my life,

    my bonding with the natural and spiritual elements

    of existence.

    now, I ponder these things …

    I, who am what I am,

    because of these things.

    I still move,

    more slowly and not so far,

    not as adventurous and no longer reaching.

    I move, now, like the gentle wind,

    where I am meant to go,

    in whatever way I am led.

    like Mary, I treasure the the great mysteries

    within my heart.

    however, now and then,

    a story pops out,

    demanding to be shared;

    an image, a taste, a melody

    from long ago,

    and I do feel

    these riches were given to me

    to pass along,

    and this is what I endeavor to do.

    I have Coyote and Raven and the others

    to aid me, to tickle me, to entice me,

    to help bring out those nuggets so long buried,

    as well as guide me to the new riches,

    which ever abound around.

    I am grateful and humbled

    and never cease to be amazed

    that I was chosen to impart such treasures.

    I have been ever-blessed

    not the least with my beloved helpmeet, Solospeak …

    given to complete myself,

    given to guide me, to keep me on some unseen track,

    to encourage me and keep me safe and sane.

    ergo, dear readers,

    you who have chosen to enter my realm of whimsey,

    you who have dared to sample these gifts

    from God and the Spirits …

    this ore, long hidden,

    refined through time and mind and action,

    vignettes and images and notes,

    to these, you are heartily welcome

    and may you enjoy your journey

    Doug Hodges

    Brownsville, Texas, 2013

    building.jpg

    Restaurant - East of Cd Valle,

    on the road to

    Tampico, Mexico, 2006

    The Return of the Nemesis

    i

    Elysian Fields

    It was in the fall. Coyote was renewing himself high in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The sun was bright and warm, the winds crisp, cold and cleansing. Icy streams tinkled like silver bells while the Aspen sang their haunting, enchanting, never-ending song. The trees likewise blessed Coyote with a vivid, visual, landscape of multi-hued leaves as they joined the tall grasses of the high high meadow in swaying and dancing with the breeze.

    On to this scene, one day, burst Lonesome, the dog; a German short-haired pointer, to be exact, and an old friend of Coyote. He was the color of a fir tree trunk and carried a longish tail, the underneath of which was white. He looked for all the world like a white-tailed deer as he pranced and gamboled through the woods.

    Not today. Today, lonesome ran pell mell, looking for Coyote. Usually, he moved as quiet as the deer, a ghost like the wind, and was never seen until he was standing next to you. Now, he was crashing, and smashing his way through the wood and underbrush like a maddened bear. Coyote heard him while he was a mile away and so was not surprised to see his friend come charging into the meadow clearing. The hardship of the trip was apparent. Lonesome’s normally sleek coat was a mass of scratches, blood, sweat and slobber.

    Coyote! Coyote … let me catch my breath. Lonesome panted, slinging foam about. They … they told me you … were up here. … met Old Elk and Coon … a couple of the Deer brothers … playin’ poker just down the next valley …

    Easy Lonesome. replied Coyote, leading the dog to a large flat rock. Sit down; relax, get your breath. You’re here, now; so am I. A minute longer of suspense won’t hurt anything.

    No, Coyote, replied the big dog, that’s just it. There’s no time.

    The dog grabbed Coyote and looked him in the eye, The Rat’s returned!

    It was as if the world hushed, paused and froze. In Coyote’s mind flashed a multitude of images … the Giant Rat … images of Sumatra, down in the Rio Grande Valley, in the mountains of Mexico … so many places, so many times. The Rat was ancient and evil, apparently as ageless as Coyote, himself, and not really a rat at all. Upon closer examination, and very few ever got that close and lived, he was a possum … clever, ingenious, deceitful and dangerous. The ‘Rat’ liked the moniker and promoted it in shadowy fear wherever he went.

    The paradise of the mountains had darkened and

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