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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Danny O'Dell The Whale and The Western

Written In Prayer In Christ God
This Was An Official Request To The Texas Legislative
Branch To Separate South Texas From Texas 
As The 51st State of the United States of America

By Law Texas Can Divide into Four States
They Tried This Before on The Same Line
They Called It The "Mexican Line" in 1965
An Attempt to Block The Latino Vote

But Now The Land Has Become Very Valuable
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"It's A Good Day to Die (Hanta Yoo)"
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It Seems Easy Enough To Track Back To The Hacker



Tender Mercy is our book, it’s meant for all families to enjoy. Our fable starts in Old Mexico and takes us to all to eternity. On occasion in life a time travel story arise, this one is now. I pray you enjoy this fast read.

DANNY O’DELL
with permission 11/03/2013
Something's Takes A Real Texas Cowboy


 The Whale And The Western

No, it was not him that had been with his sister but it was family, it bothered him so. How could life be like this? And the crops in the field? He left, heading north not knowing which way to go. Paso del Aguila he thought, I have never been that far from Chihuahua, my Uncles are still working in Nueva Vicaya. I will pass through the Sierra Madre, so I can say fair well to my good friends, I will find a new life one of prosperity and wealth.

He walked long; he traveled so long his sandal feet became as white as caliches. Mile after thirsty mile he wandered on; longing so much to see La Junta de los Rios. 
Map of Mexico Before The Battle of The Alamo 1836
Mile after thirsty mile he wandered on;
 longing so much to see La Junta de los Rios. 


It was the Pescado Indians that had given them to him, he had met them there under that shaded mesquite tree. He had been chewing on a mesquite bean just to stay alive. He thought, for if I am to die I must first pass through Nuevo Leon, who knows maybe I can find work. 


The Man With The Pouch of Stones Sitting Under A Mesquite 
Tree Eating a Mesquite Bean Because He Can Not
Work

It was there by that tree, where his Indian friends gave to him; that old leather pouch; in it, the miracle stones. They were just simple river stones, but they carried the visions of the times.



He Made His Way To Church to Speak with a Priest
But The Doors Were Locked

He was told if you cast them into a pool of water; an appearance will manifest, you will see what your heart needs to know. No more Tamaulipas, no more Zacatecas, no more Coahuila; I must go north to the richness and to the fertile fields. He looked all around, his friends were just a dust cloud on the horizon, he was again alone; it was a surprise to him; there it was carved into that old tree; he wondered why he didn't see it before; it was simple, but he could not understand what it was; it read LBJ. He looked again to call out to his friends, but they were gone.

Clint Eastwood Hang Um High Sequel
Look Closer Before You Hang a Man

His hair grew long, while over the days his body did curse the noonday’s sun. Look! There; over there; an oasis of a fine creek and a pool of water; shaded by brush. Shush! He thought to himself; what is that noise. It was men; he could hear them talking so he approached them introducing himself. Almost like old friends they greeted; there were eight of them, they helped each other with the stories of where they had been. 

It wasn't until late in the evening when they had a fire going did he hear the story; that one of the men there had killed his own brother; and was now was running for his life. He said his father hated him, he couldn't go back. 


Miracle Stones

They all shared the names of the families they had left behind. He noticed that on one of the men’s arms was a marking done with some sort of coloring; it was shaped like a dove, a morning dove; written under it was the letters LBJ
Wings of A Dove
He was afraid to ask, but he wanted too so much. The man with the pebbles was happy to meet his new acquaintances for it had been a long and lonely journey; he told about his travels about the sack of stones; then he threw a stone into the clear cool water. 


He Threw a  stone into the River Near A Snake Formation
A Green Arrow Painted with a solution of  raw Silver Ore
A Top The Snake Head Was A Crest Left By Spanish Conquistadors 

They all saw it, no body dared doubt, it was different; it was another time, they jumped up shouting for joy leaping heavily into the pool. The water churned; the air stirred, a dust wind rose up about them; there it was looking right at them. It was the eye of the coyote. The men didn't know what to do, they looked around to turn and run; but it was to late. A woman’s voice, a wise woman; telling another jesty story to cause men to do her deeds; the guns and the noise and the horses, it was war, it was really a war, and they all stepped right into it.





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