Free Krewe of Hunters The Unseen by Heather Graham Page A

scare off the revolutionaries. Instead, ‘Remember the Alamo!’ became a battle cry. Soon after, the massacre at Goliad occurred. Santa Anna had everyone there executed, and the war became one of revenge as well as Texan independence.
    Of course, if they’d lost, the whole thing would’ve been described as the Mexicans putting down an uprising by a group of rebels.”
    “But Texas did gain its independence and then became part of the United States,” Kelsey said. “I appreciate what you’ve told me. I’m really interested in history.”
    “Me, too. I just want it to be history and not fiction.”
    “You’re a Ranger and obviously Native American,” she said. “What’s your history?”
    “Very typical of Texas—a real mix. My father’s a quarter Apache and three-fourths Anglo. My mother’s half Norwegian and half Comanche. They’re both all-Texan. And all-American. And they’re alive and well and living happily in Montana now.”
    “Didn’t the Texas Rangers spend a lot of years battling the Comanches?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he said. “But they also learned from them.” He eased back a little as he spoke, leaning against the bench IN PROCESS EDITION - JAN. 10, 2012
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    as he watched the young people around him seek to learn about the past. “A Comanche warrior could ride at break-neck speed—while clinging to the side of his horse with his shield, bow and quiver. He could fire off twelve arrows while a Ranger was trying to reload his rif le. To fight the Comanche, the Rangers had to learn how to do the same—or something equivalent and their fights led to some real renovations in weapons.” He turned to face her.
    “I like to think I’ve learned from all my ancestors, including the Vikings,” he added with a grin.
    “Why not?” she said, shrugging comically.
    “O’Brien. Are you Irish?” he asked.
    “Like you, I’m mostly all-American mutt, but yes, my dad’s family immigrated from Ireland.”
    “And you come from the Sunshine State. Do you miss it?”
    “No,” she said. “Okay, a little. But I’m at the Longhorn, as you know, and Sandy’s an old friend. I have a cousin here, too. Sean Cameron. But he’s—”
    He straightened. “Sean Cameron is your cousin?” he asked.
    “Well,
    a Sean Cameron is my cousin.”
    “He works for a company called Magic on Demand?”
    “Yes. You know him?”
    He nodded, staring at her.
    “How?”
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    the crime-scene people dig through the fake gore and get down to the real evidence.” Logan was quiet for a minute.
    “Oh,” she murmured. “Did you always want to be a Texas Ranger?” she asked, changing the subject.
    He nodded. “My dad was a Ranger,” he said. “What about you?”
    “I always wanted to be a Marshal,” she told him. “I knew it from when I was in high school.”
    He slouched down on the bench, thoughtful as he studied the tourists coming and going. “Most people would say you don’t look the part,” he said.
    “What am I supposed to look like?”
    “John Wayne, maybe.”
    She laughed. “Didn’t he play a Texas Ranger once? He was definitely here at the Alamo in one of his movies.” He turned to her, but as he did, he saw someone behind her and frowned.
    She turned around, as well, and saw a man. He was the only person in their vicinity and he was dressed in costume, a big wide-brimmed hat, buckskins and boots. She assumed he had to be a member of the little group who’d just reenacted the scene between the men at the Alamo.
    He obviously knew Logan Raintree and wanted to speak to him, while Raintree looked as if he wanted the man to disappear.
    What was his problem? Logan Raintree was being downright rude, and in