The Deliverance (Skye's West)

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In this newest of Richard Wheeler's Barnaby Skye chronicles, the earthy deserter from the Royal Navy, now a trapper, guide, and magnet for adventure, collects his Crow Indian wife Many Quills Woman (or "Victoria" as he calls her) and drifts south to Mexican territory

At Bent's Fort on the Mexican frontier, Skye agrees to help Standing
Alone, a mysterious Cheyenne woman, locate her two children who were
kidnapped by Ute Indians several years before and sold into bondage in
Mexico.

This impossible, dangerous, and foolhardy mission takes the three to Santa Fe and Taos and into a strange association with an eccentric Texas adventurer, Colonel Childress, who agrees to help them for reasons no one can guess.

Deliverance is the 13th in a series of early American West frontier
novels featuring Barnaby Skye, the most beloved and enduring character in
modern Western fiction.

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About the Author:

Richard S. Wheeler has written over fifty novels and several short stories. He has won four Spur Awards and the Owen Wister Award for lifetime achievement in the field of western literature.

He lives in the literary and film community of Livingston, Montana, and is married to Professor Sue Hart, of Montana State University-Billings. Before turning to fiction he was a newsman and book editor. He has raised horses and been a wrangler at an Arizona dude ranch.

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Chapter One

With the quickening of the grass, the Cheyenne woman came once again to Bent’s Fort. Barnaby Skye saw her from a great distance, a small, blue-blanketed woman crouched in her usual spot just outside the massive gate where she could watch every mortal who entered or left. He knew her sad story; everyone in the post did.
He had been out hunting, along with his Crow wife he had named Victoria, and now they were returning at sundown with a groaning wagonload of buffalo meat, butchered and wrapped in the hide against the year’s first green flies.
He rode his shaggy, winter-haired buckskin down the slight grade and out upon the velvet-grassed bottoms of the Arkansas River, which severed the plains and two nations as well. He hoped to escape the sharp March wind that reddened and chafed his flesh, but he knew it would harry him clear to the post and even into his rooms.
William Bent’s great adobe post lorded over a riverside pasture on the Mountain Branch of the Santa Fe Trail, just within United States territory, a lonely outpost hundreds of miles from settlements; a haven and refuge for weary travelers; a source of white men’s magic for the Indians.
Victoria drove the mule team that was hauling the remains of two skinny cow buffalo. Poor doings. This hard day’s toil would supply the post with meat for barely a day, but the buffalo were scarce and had wintered down to bones and hide.
The Cheyenne woman saw them coming but didn’t move; it was only when strangers arrived, a Missouri wagon train, or St. Louis teamsters, or Santa Fe muleteers, or a band of Kiowas or Utes or Arapahos or Jicarillas riding in for some trading, that she stirred. Thus it had been ever since Skye arrived in the fall of 1838; thus it was now in the spring of 1841.
Her name was Standing Alone. He wondered whether the winter in Black Dog’s camp had been good to her; whether her copper flesh had withered prematurely, or her jet hair had grayed, or whether her stocky Cheyenne body had begun to shrink with her sorrow. She wasn’t old; perhaps upper twenties, early thirties, but her ordeal had added twenty years, and she peered at the world from eyes that had seen centuries of torment.
She would soon be given some of this very meat. William Bent himself saw to it. Once each day, Archibald the cook took a wooden bowl full of scraps through the creaking cottonwood gate, and handed her whatever was that day’s fare. She would eat swiftly, nod her thanks, and settle again at her post, to continue her vigil. Some said she was there because she never got over the tragedy and was obsessed. Others said that she was there because she had received those instructions in a sacred vision. Injun hoodoo, they called it. There was also the possibility that she was mad. Her husband, Cloud Watcher, respected her desires, and brought her each spring, and left her there to watch for the missing ones.
No one ever touched her; not even the cruel Comanches when they came to trade. They despised the Cheyenne and murdered them on sight, but not Standing Alone; no blood flowed below the towering tan adobe ramparts of Bent’s Fort. Indeed, even these mortal enemies of her people called her Grandmother, this vigiling woman, and passed gently by.
Skye paused to let Victoria draw up beside him. She sat on the hard wagon seat, hunched against the wind, her wiry frame fierce against the weather and weariness, ready to subdue the mutinous mules with great oaths and swift lashes of her whip. Upon her rite of passage into womanhood she had been named Many Quill Woman, of the Otter Clan, of the Kicked-in-the-Belly band of Mountain Crows, and now she was a long way from home, and a white man’s woman.
The earth had softened under the winter’s wetness, and made hard work for the mules. But Victoria spoke mule language even better than English, understood mule wiles and extortions, and knew how to compel these beasts of burden to her small, iron will. She had mastered all the oaths of white men, employed them enthusiastically, and the mules listened respectfully to her music.
"She’s there," he said. "Never so early as this."
"Something’s different," Victoria said.
Skye felt it, too.
The biting wind harried them toward the post. No one was out in the fields; not on such a cruel day. Bent’s Fort rose amazingly out of nothing; a tawny apparition, made of cottonwood logs and golden mud, its round bastions promising protection, and its towering walls promising respite from nature. It was a laird’s castle, the seat of empire, the work of hard-willed men who had found fortune in the wilderness of the southern plains. The Bents of Missouri had built it out of nothing but iron hearts and a vision of empire.
Skye rode ahead, eager now to escape the wind and warm his chilled body before a cottonwood blaze in one of the massive fireplaces within. He reached the gate, expecting to pass through the portcullis into the great yard within. But this time, Standing Alone rose suddenly, her blue blanket wrapped about her, and blocked his way, her black eyes surveying him boldly.
"Grandmother," he said politely. "How are you?"
She could not understand a word, nor could he fathom the Cheyenne tongue, so he could not translate the torrent of words pouring from her. He turned helplessly to Victoria, who had stopped the mules just behind, but he could see no comprehension in Victoria’s face.
"Dammit, I don’t know what the hell she’s spouting," she said.
He lifted his battered beaver hat, and settled it again. It stayed aboard his head no matter how treacherous the wind, but just how was a secret that only Skye knew. The hat was his hallmark. Anyone within a mile could recognize Barnaby Skye by his black beaver hat. Anyone closer up might recognize him by his small bleached-blue eyes, deep-set in a ruddy face occasionally shaved; a formidable hogback of a nose, much battered and pulped by fisticuffs and hard use; great slabs of bristly jowl that hung to either side, giving him the look of a bulldog; and the stocky, short body and seaman’s roll to his gait that was familiar to men anywhere in the mountains or the plains.
Standing Alone had recognized him from afar, and this time she wanted something.
"Can you make out what she wants?" he asked Victoria.
"Something awful damn bad," Victoria replied. She didn’t like Cheyennes, ancient and bitter enemies of her Crow people.
Skye released his looped rein, wondering whether his unruly buckskin would behave, and hand-signaled to the woman.
"What say?" his hands asked.
She responded at once, her hands flashing. "Talk to you."
"I will later."
She nodded.
He would have to find William Bent or Kit Carson to translate. It was certainly odd.
He lifted his black hat to her once again, and settled it on the shaggy brown hair that reached his shoulders and helped keep his neck and ears warm in the winter. The hair was showing its first streaks of gray, which had shocked him. How could he be getting gray, when he was still young? But he knew. His had been the hardest and most brutal of lives.
"Cheyenne killer bastards," Victoria said.
Around the fort, Victoria was celebrated as the most advanced cusser in all the Indian nations. She had honed her skills by listening to profane mountain men, and not even the fort’s legendary chief trader, Goddam Murray, could match her.
But Skye never cursed at all. He touched the flanks of his horse with his winter moccasins, and steered toward the kitchen. The cooks would be glad to add this meat to the larder even if it was fit for nothing more than stew.
He steered his

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