Louisiana Wind
By Randy Willis
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The best men I've known have been cowmen.
There's a code they live by-it's their way of life. It starts with an abiding reverence for the Good Lord. They're taught to honor and respect their parents and to share both blanket and bread. Their words are their bond, a handshake their contract. They're good stewards of His creation, the land. They believe the words in His Book. Learn from these men-from their stories of triumph over tragedy-victory over adversity, for the wisdom of others blows where it wishes-like a Louisiana Wind.
This is the story of such men... From master storyteller Randy Willis...an action-packed western saga inspired by a true story.
Randy Willis
Randy Willis is as much at home in the saddle as he is in front of the computer where he composes his family sagas. Drawing on his family heritage of explorers, settlers, soldiers, cowboys, and pastors, Randy carries on the tradition of loving the outdoors and sharing it in the adventures he creates for readers of his novels.He is the author of Destiny, Beckoning Candle, Twice a Slave, Three Winds Blowing, Carolinas Wind, Louisiana Wind, The Apostle to the Opelousas, The Story of Joseph Willis, and many articles.Twice a Slave has been chosen as a Jerry B. Jenkins Select Book, along with four bestselling authors. Jerry Jenkins is the author of more than 180 books with sales of more than 70 million copies, including the best-selling Left Behind series.Twice a Slave has been adapted into a dramatic play at Louisiana College, by Dr. D. "Pete" Richardson (Associate Professor of Theater with Louisiana College).Randy Willis owns Randy Willis Music Publishing (an ASCAP-affiliated music publishing company) and Town Lake Music Publishing, LLC (a BMI-affiliated music publishing company). He is an ASCAP-affiliated songwriter. He was an artist manager.He is the founder of Operation Warm Heart, which feeds and clothes the homeless. He was a member of the Board of Directors of Our Mission Possible (empowering at-risk teens to discover their greatness) in Austin, Texas.He was a charter member of the Board of Trustees of the Joseph Willis Institute for Great Awakening Studies at Louisiana College.Randy Willis was born in Oakdale, Louisiana, and lived as a boy near Longleaf, Louisiana, and Barber Creek. He currently resides in the Texas Hill Country near his three sons and their families.He graduated from Angleton High School in Angleton, Texas, and Texas State University in San Marcos, Texas. He was a graduate student at Texas State University for six years. He is the father of three sons and has five grandchildren.Randy Willis is the fourth great-grandson of Joseph Willis and his foremost historian.
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Louisiana Wind - Randy Willis
Louisiana Wind
a novel of Louisiana
Louisiana Wind
a novel of Louisiana
by
Randy Willis
Louisiana Wind
2021 Revised and Expanded Edition
Copyright © 2016 and 2021 by Randy Willis
Published by:
American Writers Publishing, LLC
PO Box 111
Wimberley, Texas 78676
www.threewindsblowing.com
512-565-0161
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the publisher’s prior written permission. Request for permission to reproduce material from this work should be e-mailed to [email protected] or call 512-565-0161.
ISBN-13: 978-1-7335674-9-7
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021930585
Printed in the United States of America
Dedication
To my three sons
Aaron Joseph Willis
Joshua Randall Willis
Adam Lee Willis
And my five grandchildren
Baylee Coatney Willis
Corbin Randall Willis
Presley Rose Willis
Olivia Grace Willis
Juliette Rebecca Willis
and my future grandchildren
With gratitude and love
Their strength of character has been demonstrated
Many times in how they treat people who can do nothing for them.
—Randy Willis aka Dad, Grandpa, and PaPaw
Go now, write it on a tablet for them, inscribe it on a scroll, that for the days to come it may be an everlasting witness.
Isaiah 30:8 (NIV)
I will pour My Spirit on your descendants, And My blessing on your offspring.
Isaiah 44:3 (NKJV)
I’ve learned much from seeing the world through the eyes of my grandchildren. Jesus said, the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.
Matthew 19:14 (NIV)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
INTRODUCTION
LOUISIANA WIND
COWMEN
PROLOGUE
NARRATIVE
EPILOGUE
CHARACTERS
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B
THE STORY OF JOSEPH WILLIS
MY FATHER AND ME
AUTHOR’S NOTE
IN APPRECIATION
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
INTRODUCTION
I’ve read that novels don’t need an introduction, but Louisiana Wind is more than a novel. It is three nonfiction novels. Truman Capote claimed to have invented this genre with his book In Cold Blood in 1965.
Louisiana Wind depicts real historical figures and actual events woven together with imaginary conversations using fiction’s storytelling techniques.
Louisiana Wind was inspired by true stories handed down by my ancestors. In some instances, it is 100% fiction.
—Randy Willis, 2021
Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.
—C. S. Lewis
LOUISIANA WIND
a novel of Louisiana
COWMEN
"The best men I’ve known have been cowmen.
"There’s a code they live by—it’s their way of life. It starts with an abiding reverence for the Good Lord.
"They’re taught to honor and respect their parents and to share both blanket and bread. Their words are their bond, a handshake their contract.
"They’re good stewards of His creation, the land. They believe the words in His Book.
"Learn from these men—from their stories of triumph over tragedy—victory over adversity, for the wisdom of others blows where it wishes—like a Louisiana Wind."
—Daniel Hubbard Willis, Jr., 1900
This is the story of such men….
PROLOGUE
March 20, 1900
Barber Creek
Babb’s Bridge, Louisiana
I’d give anything to be mounted on a fast saddle horse again. I’d give him his head and point him due West—West to East Texas, that is. There, I’d buy another herd of longhorns, maybe even a Hereford bull or two.
My son, Daniel Oscar, says I might have Bright’s Disease and may never be able to ride and rope again. I don’t believe it, not for a Yankee minute. He’s studying to be a medical doctor. I told him I’m only a half-step slower than I used to be. Well, maybe a full step. But here’s my reasoning: there are more ole cowboys than there are ole doctors. We’re a stubborn, durable lot. I’ve lived through drought, flood, blight, range wars, blizzards, dust storms, bank failures, lightning bolts, snake bites, stampeding cows, and some of the worst trail driving cooking imaginable.
And I’m still upright and breathing. But even if this doctor-boy of mine is right, at least my sons will continue our way of life. I’ve passed on to them the family grit, love of nature, codes of honor, Christian morals, and my mama’s manners. Tradition is big where I hail from. We uphold it.
My name is Daniel Hubbard Willis, Jr. I remember well back in ’61 when a mighty Louisiana Wind threatened our way of life, even our very existence. But first, let me tell ya of a happier time. Oh, yeah, it was the happiest of times! Come to think of it; it was two years ago—today.
NARRATIVE
DAY 1
March 20, 1898
The Beef Pens
Mayflower, Newton County, Texas
It had taken us five hard days to ride to Mayflower, in Newton County, Texas, to buy 2500 rangy tough Longhorn steers, cows, and heifers. I preferred those crossbred with Durham and Hereford bulls. I’d made the trip every spring since the end of the War of Northern Aggression in ‘65. (Weren’t nothing civil
about it.)
This day, I needed to fulfill a promise to our Cookie, Rooster, the best cook this side of the Brazos. I agreed to buy him a chuck wagon like my friend Charlie Goodnight had rebuilt from an army surplus wagon. Now, admittedly, I was slow to change, but it was time to move forward with this modern advancement.
I would no longer need my hoodlum wagon I’d used for years to carry our food, gear, and bedrolls. Rooster wanted one with a water barrel and coffee mill attached. He also wanted me to buy enough soap, salt pork, boxes of bacon, dried fruit, flour, coffee, black-eyed peas, corn, beans, sugar, pepper, salt, onion, potatoes, lard, and sourdough starter to feed Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia.
After revising and reducing his list, I also bought assorted supplies from the general store to stock the wagon: eating irons, tin plates, bedrolls, tents, and, of course, a Dutch oven. Rooster also requested two bottles of rye whiskey for medicinal purposes, which I declined, knowing liniment and quinine would do. I did buy a white hat, though, so everyone could locate me under the heavy longleaf pine canopy along the trail.
There was this fiddle and leather case just sitting on the store’s shelf. Knowing how my youngest son Ran loved music, I bought it for him for his birthday. I also bought him three Big Chief writing tablets to have a record of this cattle drive. Then I hired twelve more trailers and a horse wrangler. We would need every one of them to trail the Longhorns through the thick piney woods of Louisiana.
If the weather held in our favor and we were blessed with no injuries or accidents, the return trip to the beef pens at the railroad in Lecompte would take nine days.
My four sons rode with me: Henry Elwa, the eldest, was thirty-one; Daniel Oscar was twenty-three; Robert Kenneth was twenty-one; and Randall Lee, whom we call him Ran, was only twelve. It was Ran’s first cattle drive and his birthday to boot. He had read everything he could about cattle trailing and cowmen. Like me, when I was his age, his dream was to be a cowboy. I’d told him he couldn’t believe all that stuff about Wild Bill and Elwa’s favorite, Kit Carson. Now, Wyatt Earp, well, that was a different matter, every word of that being true. I oughta know ‘cause I’m a lawman too. Ran would soon discover the vast difference between a dime novel cowboy and the real deal.
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It also afforded me the opportunity to share round the campfires each night the story of our family in a land of red dirt and tall pines. For, you see, Louisiana is our home.
And if that wasn’t enough, it was the 100th anniversary of my great-grandfather’s swim across the mighty Mississippi, riding only a mule to settle our family in what was then known as the Louisiana Territory. Oh, no, the Cherokees and Choctaws did him no harm, not even the outlaws.
The same couldn’t be said of a couple of plantation owners and a few religious folks. I thought surely we wouldn’t encounter as many dangers as he had. But, alas, I thought wrong. One of the things we say in Louisiana is, pray for blessings but keep your powder dry. I was an optimist, but nobody’s fool.
DAY 2
March 21, 1898
The Beef Pens
Mayflower, Newton County, Texas
After bedding down along the way in the home and barn of my old but now deceased friend Wade Mattox, who had died during the war, we arose at 3:30. Rooster had prepared biscuits in a big dough pan and coffee that would wake the dead. I preferred Arbuckle’s coffee. Some called it six-shooter coffee, as it was said to float a cowboy’s pistol. But then, if you expect to be operational in the middle of the night, you need a jolt of liquid that can open your eyes, quicken your nerves, and put a spring in your step. Rooster’s brew filled the bill in those regards.
I reminded everyone that I had an unwritten rule prohibiting any man from complaining about another’s cooking. Only a fool argues with a skunk, a mule—or a cook. But woe is the cook who didn’t get our meals ready on time.
We need to move the herd at a steady pace,
I told Rooster. I want the beef to still be on them when we get to our destination. We’ll pause to let them graze now and then. Meanwhile, you drive on ahead, find a spot for us to bed down for the night at Burr’s Ferry, there on the banks of the Sabine River. I’ll send Robert Kenneth with you to help get things set up and arranged.
You fellers will be hungry by the time you catch up to me,
said Rooster. You’ll be plenty glad you got me this new wagon. I’ll have hot grub waitin’ fer all of you.
Break out molasses,
I suggested. Something a little sweet will take out the dryness of this dusty trail.
Got enough hand-to-mouth vittles to get you boys through the daylight hours?
asked Rooster.
Sure enough,
I said. Canteens are full, and we’ve got hardtack, pemmican, parched corn, and beef jerky in our saddlebags to tide us over until we see you this evening.
You watch out for your cowhands; I’ll give you that,
said Rooster. Fair enough. I’ll pack up and be on my way.
He pushed back his sweat worn hat, pulled his faded bandanna to the right, and ran his fingers through his grey beard. He was as raw and feisty as a cockfighting champion, thus justifying his nickname.
I told the others we’d bring them up and spread them out along the bank, with the lead cattle headed downstream. The leads would get to drink clear water that way, and as the drags kept coming, they’d get clear water, too, because they would be upstream.
We would attempt to make the first ten miles to the Sabine River by sunset. I’d brought a dozen Catahoula leopard dogs, my Jersey bell-cow Ethel, a remuda of horses, and six big rawboned mules for the chuck wagon from our home in Babb’s Bridge. I’d also brought my most oversized covered wagon to hold the calves born on the trail. I wasn’t about to leave them behind for the red wolves and coyotes, as some did. At first light, we headed the herd up, took a deep seat, a faraway look, and kept our minds in the middle—the middle of that herd, that is.
We hadn’t ridden but a mile or so when two young cowpokes rode up in a trail of dust. Eyeing them told me they might be brothers, but they were also toting guns. I sure wasn’t looking for trouble.
The older one asked, Who’s the trail boss?
You got him. Name’s Daniel Willis, and this is my son, Elwa, our foreman.
"I’m Jeremiah Stark, and this here’s my brother, Jacob. Heard you were hiring back in Mayflower. We just missed ya. Sure could use the work. We’ve worked the drives out of the beef pens from Weeks Chapel to Toledo. We can rope, ride, and help ya with any outlaw or rustler problem.
We get a tad bit more than other drovers cause we’re known to be the best in these here parts with a gun.
Is that so? How’d ya get those biblical names?
"I reckon it was our mother, Celina Marie Stark, who