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TWO NAMES—ONE MAN
His parents gave him the name Jed Thompson. But the Comanches who killed his parents and took him into their tribe as a boy gave him a different name.
Trained by the fiercest of Indian warriors to fight, and taught by the most passionate of Indian women to love, Golden Hawk—now full-grown—was facing the choice of which world to live in, which path to take.
Then his beautiful sister Annabelle, raised by Indians as he had been, was sold into cruel sexual captivity—and Golden Hawk’s choice was made. He would let no man, redskin or white, stand in his way as he used his strength and savage killing skills to save her. But it was far from a lonesome quest—and he managed to take more than comfort from the lusty ladies he met on the trail ...
Will C. Knott
William Cecil Knott was born in Boston, Massachusetts on August 7 1927. Following a stint in the US Air Force, he became a junior high school teacher and went on to continue his academic career in Connecticut, West Virginia, New Jersey and New York. Between 1967 and 1983, Knott was Assistant Professor (later Associate Professor) of English at the State University of New York. In his free time, he also carved out an impressive body of fiction, most of it in the western field. In addition to creating his own series, The Vengeance Seeker and Golden Hawk, he also contributed to the Stagecoach Station series (as Hank Mitchum), Slocum (as Jake Logan), Longarm (as Tabor Evans) and The Trailsman (as Jon Sharpe). Under the names Bill Knott and Bill Carol he wrote several children’s books, and also contributed to the WWII adventure series Mac Wingate, which is also being republished by Piccadilly Publishing.Mr. Knott passed away in 2008.
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TWO NAMES—ONE MAN
His parents gave him the name Jed Thompson. But the Comanches who killed his parents and took him into their tribe as a boy gave him a different name.
Trained by the fiercest of Indian warriors to fight, and taught by the most passionate of Indian women to love, Golden Hawk—now full-grown—was facing the choice of which world to live in, which path to take.
Then his beautiful sister Annabelle, raised by Indians as he had been, was sold into cruel sexual captivity—and Golden Hawk’s choice was made. He would let no man, redskin or white, stand in his way as he used his strength and savage killing skills to save her. But it was far from a lonesome quest—and he managed to take more than comfort from the lusty ladies he met on the trail …
GOLDEN HAWK 1
By Will C. Knott
First published by Signet Books in 1986
Copyright © 1986, 2020 by Will C. Knott
First Digital Edition: July 2020
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book
Series Editor: Lesley Bridges
Text © Piccadilly Publishing
Original cover paintings by the artist R.S. Lonati can be bought at BLITZ publishing company. Contact: [email protected]
Published by Arrangement with the Author’s Agent.
Prologue
It was the time of the Comanche Moon.
Astride their ponies, the four Comanches cantered along the ridge for a hundred yards or so, then halted. Impassively the warriors watched the single covered wagon inch across the grassland below. The long iron tips of their fourteen-foot lances gleamed in the slanting rays of the setting sun, the bright feathers woven into their ponies’ manes and tails tugging in the light wind.
The chief of the war party wore a headdress fashioned from the head of a buffalo, the horns sweeping up in a barbaric arc. His legs, clear to the tops of his thighs, were encased in buckskin leggings. From their seams hung brass beads and fringes. On his left arm was his sacred shield, and his bow was strung across his broad chest. He was naked except for his dark breechclout and the leggings, and his proud savage face was framed by straight black hair, his forehead and cheeks slashed with war paint.
The wagon’s destination was soon clear. It was heading for a narrow patch of oak lining a river-bank at least two miles distant. With a barely discernible nudge of his inner thigh, the war chief turned his pony and rode back off the rise, his three companions following.
There was no need for discussion. Each savage knew well enough how to proceed. After hobbling their ponies in the thick brush along the river bottom, they would work their way back up to the white eyes’ camp. Though it would be dark then, the moon’s luminous disk would have lifted into the night sky, casting a silvery sheen over the landscape, turning black night into phantom day.
And by its light the Comanches would have no difficulty launching their attack.
Drawn by two mules and trailing a single milch cow, the wagon halted under a towering oak beside the Navasota River. Astride powerful Kentucky-bred horses, Amos Thompson and his son, Jedidiah, pulled up and dismounted. The boy was fourteen—four years older than his sister, Annabelle, who clambered quickly down from the wagon with her mother. Their mother’s name was Charity. She was a woman of thirty-five, still pretty, with blond hair, dark-blue eyes, and a ready, mischievous smile.
The family had journeyed across Ohio, then through St. Louis, heading for this new republic of Texas. Amos Thompson had fought with the Texans against the Mexicans. On his return, he had told all who would listen of the lush, expansive land of rolling prairies and river-watered woodlands he had found. Now, at last, he had returned with his family to this lush, bountiful land.
Working as rapidly as they could in the growing dusk, the Thompsons set about making camp. A distant wolf howled. The lonely sound caused the boy Jed to glance nervously over at his father, who was leading the mules to a pasture behind the wagon. His father appeared to take no notice of the howling wolf, so the boy continued on through the timber, leading the two saddle horses to a lush pasture close along the river- bank. Once Jed let them loose to graze, he glanced up at the brilliant moon. It had made finding his way a simple matter. The flood of moonlight pouring down through the leafy canopy was almost bright enough to read by.
After supper Amos Thompson reminded Jed to hobble the horses, then set off to check on the mules. Jed hurried down through the ghostly timber, hobbled the two horses, then moved back up through the trees, heading toward the sound of his sister’s singing. In the clear, windless night, her song carried beautifully. She had a voice as clear and bright as birdsong in the spring. Anna- belle was very proud of her voice; so though the rest of the family loved to hear her sing, they were careful not to praise her too highly. It would not do for Annabelle to become too proud.
Pulling up suddenly, Jed thought he glimpsed movement below him in the trees—shadowy forms caught in the moonlight. It was deer, or possibly game of some kind. From off to his left came what sounded like the short, yipping bark of a wolf. He was certain he saw a pair of eyes gleaming in the darkness. Wolves! His heart skipped a beat, and a premonitory dread fell over him.
He looked more closely, but saw no shadows, no gleaming eyes this time. Instead there came from above him in the trees the echoing call of a meadowlark. Jed shrugged off his uneasiness and headed for the comforting glow of the campfire.
Near the wagon, his father and mother were conversing softly. Unwilling to disturb them, Jed sat cross-legged in front of the fire’s crackling warmth. His parents were discussing a home site. Jed could tell that from the way his father waved his arm as he talked. He saw his mother lean close to her husband and say something, her voice a soft, comforting drawl. Jed’s father replied, and she laughed softly and poked him in a playful way long familiar to Jed.
It was a moment Jed would remember for the rest of his life.
Abruptly Jed’s father reached into the wagon and took out the family Bible. Jed was not surprised. He’d been expecting his father to read to them from it from the moment they first halted in this beautiful oak grove.
Jed glanced over as the cow blatted. Tethered to the wagon’s tailgate, she was no longer chewing her cud. She was holding up her head alertly, her tail drooping straight down. It was those wolves he had seen out there, Jed figured. The cow could smell them.
Annabelle stepped down from the wagon to join her mother and father. She had been combing out her hair while she sang, and now it hung down her back, gleaming in the bright moon like a single fold of golden silk.
Jed’s father glanced over at Jed and beckoned him closer. Get over here, Jed.
Jed got up and joined his family.
Guess what, Jed?
his mother said, smiling warmly down at him. She reached over and tousled his sandy hair. It was a caress, really, and warmed Jed. We’re thinking of settling right here.
I think that’d be fine,
Jed said.
We’ll build on that knoll over there,
his father added, pointing eagerly at a slight rise beyond the oak grove. His voice was resonant with happiness. It should give us a real fine view of the river.
I suppose so,
said Annabelle, but it will sure be lonely until we get neighbors.
That won’t take long,
assured her mother.
And now, children,
Amos Thompson told them, it seems to me that this would be a good time to hear the word of God—and to give thanks to the Almighty for showing us safely to this golden land.
Their father led them over to the fire. Jed sat down cross-legged in the grass next to Annabelle, and the three of them waited for Amos Thompson to find an appropriate passage. Flipping the pages swiftly, he held the Bible up so that its pages could catch both the light from the fire and the marvelous brightness of the moon. It had risen so high by this time that it was well above the tallest of the oak trees.
What’re you goin’ to read, Pa?
Jed asked, pushing a shock of hair out of his eyes.
I’m looking,
his father said, his finger running down one page.
Proverbs,
said Annabelle. Try Proverbs, Pa.
Frowning in concentration, Amos Thompson leaned closer to the fire to read over silently what he had selected. As he did so, a wolf howled from the timber just behind the wagon. He glanced up in some annoyance, then looked over at Jed. That wolf sounds pretty close, Jed.
Jed nodded. I think I saw a few when I came up from the river.
Guess we’d better bring the horses and mules in closer—and keep the fire blazing.
Jed nodded.
As his father turned his attention back to the Bible, an arrow thumped hollowly into his back, slamming him forward into the fire. The sparks leapt up in a sudden shower as the night came alive with the soul-chilling cries of an Indian war party.
Jed jumped up as a warrior, not ten feet away, flung himself at him, knocking him backward. On his back, Jed struggled with a sweaty, stinking aborigine made even more fearsome by a buffalo-horn headdress. The Indian had a tomahawk in his right hand and was slashing down with it, trying to bash out Jed’s brains. Twice the blade slammed off the side of Jed’s head. Jed winced and snapped his head back and forth, desperately trying to break free. But the Indian was powerful and stocky, his weight effectively pinning Jed to the ground.
Jed spit in the Indian’s face. Furious, the Indian dropped his tomahawk and reached back for the knife in his belt. That was all the advantage Jed needed. As the Indian shifted his weight, Jed heaved him off and rolled away. Snatching up the discarded tomahawk, Jed swung it wildly and caught the Indian on the side of his head. Then Jed heaved himself upright.
High, terrified screams riveted him—his mother’s voice!
Turning, he saw her down on the ground, two Indians holding her while another dropped his breechclout. Jed raced to his mother’s aid, flinging himself at the closest Indian. Catching him in the small of his back, Jed bore him to the ground, slashing clumsily at him with the tomahawk. He caught the Indian in the shoulder, felt the impact as the blade sank deep. Blood spurted from the wound. Leaping up, he flung himself at the other Indian holding his mother. But suddenly a war club crashed down on his head. Lights exploded deep within his skull. His knees sagged. He dropped to the ground, barely conscious. When he tried to get up, he couldn’t move. The earth spun sickeningly under him and he drifted off into darkness. . ..
He didn’t know how long he lay there, but gradually he became aware of someone kicking him repeatedly in the back and side. The punishment was insistent, continuing until he was fully awake. He opened his eyes and saw that his tormentor was the Indian with the bison headdress. Reaching down, the Indian grabbed his hair and yanked him to a sitting position, then bound his wrists and ankles with rawhide. The narrow strips bit cruelly into his flesh. Then the Indian flung him facedown onto the ground and rejoined his fellow warriors.
Turning his head, Jed saw his mother over near the wagon. The savages had stripped her and bound her spread-eagled to stakes pounded into the soft ground. As one Indian got