Native phantom, is a prequel to Bo Jon Little horse p.i. One of the first, the beginning storyline of his Marine completion, going home state-side and becoming a Native police department detective on the Reservation Police Force. He is to take on a murder of and prove himself by the spirits donned by the elders and must be decided by Bo himself. So with the double threat he takes on the task. Proving himself a brave and courageous and committed investigator. Read: "Native Phantom".

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BO JON, in the "Native Phantom"

A Bo Jon Littllehorse P.I. Prequel

by

original author:

Danny Eugene Allen

Copyright Danny Eugene Allen 2023

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   ..."Marine-One, was a tour de force; during all the battles of the last-century.  ...He was on a reconnaissance-patrol at "Techani Delta", the last-delta to be taken by the S.Koreans.  He and twelve-comates were Marine assigned-surveyors.  Third from last-team to patrol its waters...  They'd been ready for final-pickup at "Toulau" Bay.  And they expected no-trouble.  Koreans were in-violation so they were probably, watching somewhere-downhill.  He was a bit-sad.  One of his-buddies died-in a Jeep-crash after drinking all-night ,trying to race-back to barracks before morning-patrol.  He was their unlucky-soldier to call his pregnant-wife in the states.  He-knew he'd adored his-wife.  Now she'd get the golden-star, and the flag-draped over his coffin at his burial.  Super-imposed and situated it was the count-down to a long ago cease-fire status...  He was 22-years old.  All his-fellow Green-Berets knew him, as Barty.  ...A forward-aficionado...  But he would go-home and begin training as a Lieutenant-on Reservation Patrol.  He was a Chieftain's son...  But he'd rather live as an officer, than a blood-leader.  He'd seen what his-people were up-against.  Death at their-hands, the losing of human-dignity by violating the law; and being-treated by the whites, with total-disregard for respect, or dignity.

Barty, was older than most-recruits with the status of lead-Troop-Master.  But his-rank of Lt. Sgt. imposed and superimposed-him, in as the apprising of his-duties.  He was an excellent-commanding-soldier...  Men requested to work-alongside him.  If not for ease, for an experience of same things a Full-bright leader, due his duty on-patrol.  Many were assigned by the General but he had entire-troops, wanting to carry-out operations, learning like a badge-of-honor, and initiative.  Patrol was a place to know and learn, abject-duty and later-be competent in as agile and aptitude not always a withstanding.  The days were warming-upon the island of Korea.  The regiment wanted the "cold", to make their opponents huddle; and raise the kill-strike effect.

But also the "cold", made for limited counter-strikes; due to poor-weaponry.  Unknown was "cunning" and as an overall dispensation-disorder...  Most US-troops were told the story of either dependent-converging, easier-disregards for "lines"; roles and as concoctions-of war-fare.  Korea would have been better-off left to a united "deeded", affectation.  But the USA-policy in '88, was one of diversionary-placates.  ...Korea, would be...  War-for the later-20th century, that was caught between fault, fears and afflictions.  Barty, was a man-of-mission and solitude.  He was inspired by defending his country.  But the others were mostly, induced-drafts.  He thought of them as code-men "reading", their purposes by a self-certainty, sanctity of realigning and inactive contrition.  Which gave him the implied-decorum, to let the judgers set and meet; their-principles, to its "annulling"-fruition.

But lives were important, life was inspired to be significant and secured; so battle was to meet and so this adjusted-confirm, that the soldiers' doctrine; and finish-its conquest of motivated and material, deserving and as vigil.  That it was as a time, essence of incentive, in-sensed-ideals; only by the alluding of trust and security, of "haves" and nominal; as a contention.  Korean, was a SE Asian island...  Probably, the first-state occupied after Japan and Vietnam-Communism was a growing occupation, that was thought to be an enemy of the West.

   ...War, declared-between North and South; due thought-out ideas...  It-had made for good, general-protection fodder.  Where worlds, were being super-imposed.  But both-politics and populations made offenders beginning-with as an intimidation-annulling.  ...Lands, circa-WWII, were thought-amicable or primordial; by both advantage-takers and the power-hungry...  Being-through by an ordinal, by authentic-embellishing waters'; certainty "play"-only propaganda-by colluding and defending, Barty knew.  This, he-knew what Armed-Forces planned-in the name of defense.  But taking-on a role of soldier, was in as a "deed" of dedication, demand and assumed-career duplicity; but nonetheless-honor in magnitude-of mission...  ...He-believed a country-required as enabled-willing, devoted and disciplined; people whom under-circumstances, stood-up and fulfilled; the role of conviction and common-stance...

Native-Americans were taught defense, duty and dedication-for one's survival.  America was his country and their place-hosted, a role of conviction-by the creator.  And world views were under a conviction of prospect and dignity, followed by defense and sacredness; so diverging.  And as every-sweep, held pardon to the right; that meant to be free, were "worthy" of this-importance.

  They were-on the other-side of the high-range, silently observing and holding-point.  The good-times were when the storms-came.  When the rains-poured, on the leather-knecks...  When you could not hear anything, but the roar of winds.  You knew you were safe from battle...  And the bases-buildings-protected you from harm.  Out-when nights were solemn, and military-traffic outbound slowed, and was slower.

...He was there, when the Korea's full-moon was glowing with St. Elmo's fire, or as storms were beginning to roll-in.  As anticipations for heavy-storms, when aptness and hopes; that were savored and assailed...  His troops-wanted to stay-indoors, for months.  Some men had never-known alone-the value of exotic, as self-virtual.  He knew novel, nominal and Native-settings but now, it meant a sense of independent-atoning.  So the days passed, the seasons came and went; and thoughts came, and self-appeared...  He looked as well, at their best-habitation.   Held-up haven-stayed, and eventually time-transitioned...  In the committed-affairs of the heart became fusions and as in-specifics.  June became earnest and withstood-July, and turned into just-August.  88 became 89...  Elaborate-existence became sojourning, and than the "offerings"-fell.  Well being, became abiding then in-theater implicating...  ...Lonely, and literal-thoughts, impressions and then articulation.  Soldiered base sanctuary, was as a second secure-sanctity.  Once stipulations and stances, were subsided-into whenever innate-duties, virtue and converging...  Things no-longer were the same as in any terms-of enlistment.

His-first CO, after boot-camp was as a justifiable-coefficient, to active-assignment.  To Barty, he knew all the flanks of his-role, as head lead mission-specialist.  He knew it took a lot of steel-drive, to be as purporting and principled.  A presiding and proprietary that which he and several outside follow-constituents to that were, unabridged and active-precis to be abided-in.  He-knew what the Big-Red One, intended and incurred; over-all terms, choices and entitlements.  It was to prove of a duty and courage.  Principles and priority, were set directly  and deeply, within the commandment as a commitment.  Walked-on the last 150-clicks of the fall-area.  Where trails, used by both-sides.  It was a beautiful lay of scenario.  But as Barty knew, there could be a fire-fight.  His troop-leader wanted to "tip" the scale, then become "alert" to any enemy-concisions.

He was in good-stead with his Lieutenant.  He was Lt. Sgt. so anything-shared with meaningful, advice and as a considerable.  The Lt. was to be responsible and his Sgt, was to be the expressions-into his-concerns.  Commands were acted-out in intention and evidence.  Where will and worthiness, was enacted and done-essential.  It-was a causal calculated-risks and resigns...  Both knew Barty, was to be the balance to logistics, lassitude, lament and limits.  He was "Barthelemew", on-it went.  The sun came out for 20-minutes revealing country-side and cover.  The trail sat 38-miles West to the region of the fort, there was a drop-off point then picked-up by copter.  Far-off, there was a heat-off wind, which meant "safety" but also as a war and remembrance.

Several men went along the path then froze, and the leaves fluttered like a pellet struck-it.  It was rifle-shots 8-men hit the dirt, and two-ducked for hiding...  They had a plan in-effect once a barrage-spread and be unseen, to cause an action.  This was a defensive-force, probably, the gunfire bullets hit the trees where they were held-up.  Making this a planned and understood-point of actions.  It was selected and subsided.  That there was a basis, be compiled by what was first, a strike and receding.  The Sargent, had to counter.  No one was hurt to stay on the trail would be too dangerous.  So he fell back to retak-ground signal the situation and follow-command and position.  Now Barty, had a simple-relative...  The attacker hit across terrain, so they'd probably took offensive-ground without-trouble. He'd seen all the area for miles.  So that meant that probably and secretly, both know territory; and followed the US troops...

This was an advantage and advancing-taking.  Whatever and whoever were the suspects and incentives.   They were smart.  If anything, they were coming-in in-force.  Once the Lieutenant knew and informed the fort, forces from air and land would arrive within minutes.  Rounds-flew into the countryside, plumes quietly flew back-into the foliage.  Probably a secret-trail.  ...Barty, knew this he asked four 18-shells on sector 8-6-50 rapid.  The bombs fell and cries rang out.  Shots flew like a response-for retaliation.   After the full-berating, there was silence.  The troops-looked for signs, they took a path outside of the normal-trail.  Barty, knew to send adept-men across lateral lines, in as a hidden-recover.  When there were with-in 16-clicks.  The fort had brought-out teams, ready for an unsure-enduring.  It had been a full-platoon, to see if there had been casualties, and retrace any bug-out left-over enemy soldiers.

Barty, and his Lieutenant were debriefed and given inquests of the actions, enlistments and terms.  ...Barty, saw more-details; helpful and informative.  Barty, spoke-with his Captain on course and deliberative-grounds.  The Captain was well aware of Barty's exact-definitive alludings.  He had a deep-detail comparative, he heard Native-Americans; had a talent he could find a place in the forest, and know if anything had been there; and why...  The zone was where encompassed, entity and enamoring proved and pulled-its weight. That experience and introspection assize and realize, most things.  He explains and expedited that it was a hit or hid-situation.  Probably a brigade, lent and leftover...  That attacking, was a pre-layed, pretense and punctual-act.  He'd noticed that the rises directly in-line with a trek probably East and North of their-detail.   Some are probably spotted-them on the way out to make Brownies-points with the outlay-company...

If attacks were central the Commandant of forces needed to be informed for possible violation.  The Captain knew it would be just an adjustment turned-over to S. Korean counters.  Barty's tour was nearly, done he had a 3-day lay-over; in Seoul. before flying-back to the US.  After R& R, he had to rotate back; all the weather cleared and he was on American Airlines arriving in Honolulu, Hawaii. He had two-girlfriends, he met on duty.  Just soldier-lovers, looking for a good-time...  They'd written him while on-tour and sent him care-packages.  They kept his hopes-up and gave him something to think-about.  He'd promised they'd have a good-party, before returning-home.  He and they stayed at a resort in LA partying for days.   Then they went their separate-ways.  They'd meet again on occasion, with the baby from another man, and their career-roles in-life.

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...Barty became Bo Jon, when he was a Reservation Policeman Lieutenant after achieving rank experience, and as a crucial-role there-in life.  He-was educated at UNLV, before this; and at 26, he was a perfect perfected-candidate for the job.  He was honed in the deliberate-duties.  He was an excellent-shot, a criminal aficionado and a legal-sage.  He could wrap his head around everything from car-theft to kidnapping, pondering like a truth.  He kept everyone on their-toes.  A LT of the RP, he kept a tight-ship.  His-predecessor, wasn't reliable but a lenient man who was a simple agent-of-law...  He tended-to an aspiring, and ignored too much explication.  He would be just a keeper, in its practical and pretense...  His patrol-force were fore-layers of, as proctor and preclusion.  Most people allowed this, as a necessity.  Then, things-changed.  He always came in-late and went home-early.  With all the other actuals and implications-of work and warding that was simply prevailed, and proven...  But this must have not-lasted...  First his-wife of 30-years died, then he stopped looking after himself.  He retired and moved to Kansas to be with his-daughter.

He was respectable but so well-provisioned about life.  Even he, thought they couldn't do any better.  Then Bo, came along.  ...Revealed-a proper pride and pretext.  He knew what reserve-meant.  In recourse and cause-way, were valid and in-veritable.  Everyone respected his service and command-duties.  As Lieutenant, he could handle most about anything.   After assuming-control his tenets score and under-scaled, the lauded-terms of striving and treatise.  It was by a virtual and converse-of cause and correspondence.  He had single-handedly, correlated and cleansed situations and systems; in a conclusive, considerate and compliant-manner.  He was a breath of air, blowing in a new and renewing-potential.  6'8"  well-built and competent-sense that could be realized and relegated...  There were no internal-wars with conflicts, he gave most everyone a new resigning capacity, collaboration on Jurisprudence and criminality...

The change was inducing to the industriousness of course, cause and calculable.  The force we re-enlightened to be pro-active and procuring.  There was a new vitalized-ethic purveying and proving the force.  Times changed the nation, commended and the reservation-endured.  It was 7-years in enforcement, that Head LT Bo-on had proven his role-nodding in-life.  He'd stronger legal-justice and legitimate-cause through-out the full-permanents.  His family in the regime were proud.  He'd traveled to see his Dad on occasion and met with his brother Bo Ron, sister Cheryl and got to converse with his blood-tribal instances and ingenues.  Trying to inspect and be especial, of the presence and prescience-of a factored-commandment.  The reserve was home-to him and Native-coincidence.  The precis and proctor, premise procured and practice-by dedication and devising.

Sun rose-over "Callelus Lake", on the deep-valley of Southeast Nevada.  It was the Native way to see upon here shores, to ponder future and settle the past. He was still over at the RP forces. He'd remembered so many precepts and principles-of law and living.  In the inter-guises he rode back-country, after a conflict-between a family...  A domestic-quarrel of wife/ husband in-laws. It was the way the families stood behind a wife, until she chose to return to the tribe.  There was supposed to have been a medicine-man or medicine-woman to study the circumstances before advising-her.  But the husband had a right to go before the Council within the week.  But single got switched between advisors.  An all-out combat occurred over the two.  8-people were arrest with wounds and shots-occurred.  As partly, native rule all were to be imprisoned as law violators, and given to a reparation.  And remained imprisoned 3-weeks.  They had one other opportunity to make ammense; survive on a trek to the lake and rethink what to do. Reservation life was changing.  The tribal order were renegotiating a lot of the codes with locals.  It seemed many wanted the many amenities and rewards of commodities, freedoms and text-book realities...

That suspect and sensational-relative, were lacking in the becoming sardonic-judgment of the cultures.  So was punishment against crime, to be as the white-man were considered lenient and tribal council didn't concern-themselves.  But this sense of domestic violence was becoming a question of estimated-legality.  Many natives, were becoming appalled by lesser than logical liberties; passed and taken by those with ulterior-inclinations.  Bo Jon saw how they felt.  But leaders of a people by design function obtuse to invaluable enlisting, and literal case of Native-decision, dependence and dedication; that was native way and wisdom.  That ancient-ways were honorable and respectable.  Beyond promise and premise, was the engender, encompass and including in the reverent of Native-society.

So the lake was in pretense ad propriet-of course and discourse.  That-in '98,  social-upheavals in Native freedoms of work, wealth and reward were being entered and epi-centered in, out and through resident-societies; and across the US.  Unified-committees, constituents and careful-correspondent way-layed, rectored and relayed-cause and consideration.  It was to be a plurality, context and coinciding.

The wind-blew of the clear-waters shores.  The destinies and desires, were home to a sacred and sanctimonious-avail and re-vibrant...  He'd more than numerous-times gave enforced congealing to the implement plausible-forces.  That endure ad advocate auspicious-entry and a certified life.  Then as he walked the moist gray-sand and seen the Pipers catch fries rich from the lake's abundance...  It was one of soul and resurrection-of alms and amenity, that how many ties Her-people came to see Her waters; Her deep commons reserves and have an anointing.  How placidity and resolving-sought, set and had solace. He was there, now to exact and examined his-resolve and replenish.  The skies were Turquoise-blue and clouds deep inclemented-white.

How thoughts emerged and subsided it was a sound-source of belying and defection. It was 3 pm, second enclave of offices were readying to set up suppositions and vector comprised and privy in design and designate workload.  That the brave-men of confirmed standing were called and set by prologue and esoteric prolonging and forging.  He believed in all the of academy HQ.   Those that empower sanction and civility in implicate worthy significance and assigning.  That they were associate and confirmed civil men.  Her waters flowed in which meant it was time to move back to the societal impetus and logging.