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Tosahwi
Tosahwi
Tosahwi
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Tosahwi

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Four men, a horse dealer, two slaves, and a Comanche guide, seek to gather wild horses from the southern plains during the late 1700s. Their journey puts them at odds against Spanish authorities, native tribes, and supernatural forces.

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Release dateApr 9, 2019
ISBN9780463724149
Tosahwi
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Robert Patrick

Robert Patrick was early Off-Off-Broadway’s most prolific and most produced playwright. His work found welcome at the Caffe Cino, La Mama, The Old Reliable, Playwrights Workshop Club, The Open Space, Stonewall Repertory Company and many many other venues. He is best-known commercially for Kennedy’s Children which played Broadway in 1975. He has also been a major influence in gay theatre, and was awarded the Robert Chesley Foundation Award for Lifetime Achievement in Gay Playwrighting . Other awards include the Show Business Award for the 1968-69 season and Glasgow Citizens Theatre Best World Playwrighting Award, 1973. He lives now in Los Angeles and is enjoying new productions of his work, old and new.Treat yourself to a look at his Wikipedia pageRobert Patrick (playwright) for a bounty of links to show-photos, scripts, poems and songs, along with any number of riches.

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    Tosahwi - Robert Patrick

    Tosahwi

    Lee Patrick

    Copyright 2019 by Lee Patrick

    Smashwords Edition

    The three men guided their horses and pack mules up the sandy river bank. Each horse’s hooves and legs pulled down portions of the slope bringing it closer to the water below. Once all three had reached the top of the river bank and the solid ground they dismounted and checked their packs. It wasn’t a difficult crossing, but they couldn’t afford to lose any portion of their portage. Wiley checked all the ropes and the top knot and was satisfied his portion of the muskets, blankets, and cornmeal was still solidly in place. He walked over to Phillip who was looking at the front hoof of his horse and asked. You reckon we will make the camp by nightfall?

    Nightfall you say? Hell, we will be there in an hour, Phillip replied with a laugh in his voice. He continued, We are so close; the only reason you can't smell the camp is because the wind is blowing toward the west. Jones had mounted his horse and was surveying the surrounding county when he heard Phillip’s comment.

    Do you think this Indian can help us find the horses you promised? Jones asked.

    Wouldn’t have come this way if I didn’t, Phillip replied. He is the best tracker I have ever seen. His own people view him as a type of Shaman of the creatures and beasts. He explained.

    Oh, he is a medicine man? Wiley asked.

    Phillip chucked a bit at the question. Yeah, in a way. Each band has their own beliefs and practices. Leave them to their ideas and follow them when need be and you will be fine.

    Jones retorted. You know what’s not fine? Riding for days and not seeing anything.

    Phillip could tell Jones was getting trail weary. This was a good indication they needed to stop soon. Jones was relieved to hear camp was nearby. He was no stranger to the saddle, but the grind was starting to wear on him. Phillip had been driving his expedition hard since they left Natchez. He wouldn’t do this by choice but there wasn’t much time. His trading passport with the Spanish governor, Esteban Miro, was only good for two months. He was lucky to gain passage at all as the Spanish were wary of English encroaching on their lands. English colonists visiting the grasslands were often thinly veiled surveying parties looking to set up trade with the native tribes or to scout for places to settle. Spain understood the threat to its property and acted accordingly.

    Phillip walked back and mounted his horse. He looked over at Jones and asked, You didn’t happen to learn any Comanche when you were living with the Chickasaw did you?

    No, I did well enough just to learn some Chickasaw, replied Jones.

    Phillip turned away and said with a laugh, You better let me do the talking then.

    As they rode, Phillip wondered if Wiley and Jones were ready for what they would encounter. Catching wild horses on the open plain wasn't an easy task. Phillip wished there was an easier way. Finding horses is the easy part. It was next to impossible to visit the plains and not see a multitude of horses. The hard work starts once the horses are found. The best way to capture them is to drive them into a prepared canyon or small valley where they can be trapped. This is where the carnage happens. Often the trapped animals would trample and kill each other in a panic to escape. Mostly it was the lead and most prized animals who were first to panic. When corralled within a small enclosure, the horses circle back on the rest of the herd, trampling the less fit horses in a horrible spectacle of dust, debris, and the sounds of screaming. It was as if the entire herd turned into a single entity determined to destroy itself rather than face capture. Once the surviving horses were taken and sorted, there is the issue of keeping them together while traveling back to the east. This was not as easy as one might imagine. The wild animals had to be guarded from escaping. The men would cross the territories of several tribes and be forced to pay tribute. At best, it would cost them muskets and blankets. At worst, each tribe would demand a portion of the horses and they may be required to guard them from thieves. Phillip understood that even though the tribes had been bribed to allow passage through their lands it didn’t prevent their possessions, guarded or unguarded, from being stolen from the Indians they just paid for protection. The thought of all the required work made him weary. Traveling to the plains cost many men their souls. The propensity for violence was only one aspect and was usually necessary. The strangeness of the open grassland seemed to hide dangers in plain sight and allow large storms to appear from nowhere, like apparitions in the night. It was no wonder the English colonists didn’t dare venture west. The Spanish, Indians, and superstitions seemed to unite in an unholy trinity to keep outsiders at a distance. They would need a skilled guide to be both Shaman and warrior if they were going to make it through unscathed and profitable. Phillip was unsure of his hastily assembled crew of Jones, Wiley, and Tosahwi. He had worked with Tosahwi the previous year and he proved more than capable. He felt if he was with them they would be safe. But as a Comanche, he would always take the most fortuitous path, regardless of deals and agreements. Double deals and rescinded promises were part of the risks. This didn’t take into account the spiritual aspect; life here held a supernatural aspect not found anywhere else. Past wrongs and misgivings had a way of materializing

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