Tag: Valet
Bass Reeves: Escape to Justice
The Texas sun was a relentless tyrant, its heat radiating off the cracked earth like waves off a furnace. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I wrestled with Colonel George Reeves’ cavalry boots, their worn leather a testament to countless miles and battles. Two years I’d been his personal valet, ever since the old Sheriff,…
Bass Reeves: Escape to Justice
A sliver of dawn light peeked through the dusty window, painting a thin gold line across the worn floorboards. I rose from my pallet on the floor, the groan of the cot a familiar morning symphony. Today, like every day, the musty air hung heavy with the Colonel’s pipe tobacco and the lingering scent of…