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Chapter 91 of the book Texas Dream Catcher
More information about the Adler brothers.
"Chapter Veintiseis, (26) Part Cinco" by barbara.wilkey

Soni Adler owns the Rockin' A ranch. I35 goes through it. Drug & human traffickers use I35 for transportation to other parts of the US. Jacob Blackwood is an ICE agent. Will these two find love?


"Ah." Kuruk smiled. "Now, we get to the dirty laundry part of family lore."

"Grandfather, my family has no dirty laundry. They were upstanding, hard-working Christians."

"Sonsee-array, now let me tell you the truth," interjected Grandfather. "Have a seat, my child. All families have skeletons, including yours." Kuruk patted her hand.


Kuruk's eyes met Jim's. "Pull up a chair for Soni and yourself. Make yourselves comfortable." He released a deep breath. "Granddaughter, you haven't eaten since you arrived home. Get something to eat, then I'll tell the story."

After Soni returned with an apple, Kuruk shook his head. "Jim, get this child some real food. Help yourself to seconds. There's plenty."

Jim returned with two plates piled high with pulled pork sandwiches, potatoe salad, and cole slaw.

"There's no way I can eat all of this." As she took the offered plate, she glanced at Kuruk. "I've got the food." She took a bite of the sandwich and chewed. "I'm ready for the story."

"Just a minute," said Jim. "Who'd you hear this from?"

"Mostly from Wendel, Ray's father."

"Ray was my dad." Soni looked at Jim.

"My daughter, Jacali..." Kuruk began.

Jim answered Soni's look. "I know. She was your mom."

Kuruk grinned. "I'll start over. When Ray and Jacali were married, Otto, Ray's granddad was still alive. Now that man could tell a story." He chuckled and leaned back in the chair.

"We already know Dieter, his wife, Gisela, and a nine year old son, Karl, left for New Orleans in the spring of 1829. Gunter was fifteen and traveled with them." Soni stood and reached for three more of the family history books. "We might need these. Why did they go to New Orleans?"

"They worked on Mississippi riverboats and made good money. The Mississippi River covers about 3,860 miles with other rivers feeding into it." Kuruk folded his hands on the oak desk. "This is where the good part begins. Dieter was busy making a living for his wife and son. Gunter was a teenager and full of it. His parents had died and his brother really didn't have time to parent."

"I can see where this is going." Jim filled his fork with potato salad. "Riverboat gambling was big. It was illegal in many cities and towns, but the rivers weren't regulated." He put the fork in his mouth.

"You're right. In Vicksburg and Natchez, there were gambling houses filled with billiards, card games, and other betting events; horse racing and cockfighting, just to name a few. Too many things for a curious young man to get into. And according to both Otto and Wendell, Gunter did and was very good at it."

"You mean my ranch was bought with gambling money?" Soni's shoulder slumped.

"My child, I'm not finished." Kuruk continued, "Now, Gisela, being a good Christian wife and mother, wouldn't let Dieter have any fun. The riverboats were dangerous. Explosions, sinking, and Indian attacks just to name few. Those early boilers were riveted of weak iron plate. If the boilers weren't watched and maintained, pressure would build up and cause a deadly explosion." He grunted. "Back to the story. Dieter would sneak Gunter what money he could and his brother gambled it. The two became quite wealthy. Gunter made a name for himself as a high roller."

"I don't believe it." Soni opened one of the family history books and scanned before she found the right area to read.

The two men waited.

Soni slapped the book shut.

"Did you find anything interesting?" asked Jim.

"Just be quiet." Soni looked at Kuruk. "Grandfather, please continue." She avoided Jim's eyes.

"Gunter was so good at gambling that many men accused him of cheating." Kuruk leaned forward. "Now, it gets really interesting. The story goes that a posse of men chased Gunter into the Texas territory. A band of Comanche called Penateka led by Chief Buffalo Hump didn't take too kindly to the posse and raided their camp. No one survived. Gunter was free."

"President Andrew Jackson pushed through the Indian Removal act of 1830 and many Native Americans weren't too happy about being made to move from their homes," added Jim.

"Grandfather, you're telling me Gunter's in Texas because a band of raiding Comanche Indians rescued him? And the Chief's name was Buffalo Hump?" Soni's eyebrows rose.

"That's not what I said. I said they killed the men in the posse. They probably didn't know Gunter existed or they would have killed him too." Kuruk winked at Jim as his eyes twinkled. "When Soni's not around, I'll tell you his actual name. It's not fit for mixed company."


The book continues with Chapter Veintisiete, (27) Part Uno. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

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Thank you Google Images for imagine of a Mississippi riverboat. I want to thank all of you for sticking with me for so long. I know this novel is taking forever!!! It's not as long as it seems. I have to post short because of working full time. I hate that. Also, thank you for taking time to review and all the support you give me. I truly appreciate it.
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