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"The Adventures of Buffalo Buck: Buffalo Runner is 124 pages of action filled adventures of what buffalo hunting in the 1860's and 1870's might have been like. It has been great fun to develop my shooting character into a real west figure that encounters many trials and adventures. The following is a sampling of what "The Adventures of Buffalo Buck: Buffalo Runner" contains. I know that after you check these out you will want to have your own copy. Just click on the picture of the cover for ordering information.
The time period of the 1860's through the 1870's on the Great Plains of the United States was one full of danger and excitement. People traveling to this God-forsaken land could lose their life in a number of ways. There were wild animals, storms of the worst kind and there were Indians. Only the bravest of men ventured into this unknown land to battle the dangers. The one thing that lured these individuals to the Plains was the Buffalo. These men were called "Buffalo Runners". They hunted the huge shaggy beast only for the hide in an effort to make some "easy" money. Their tool was the Sharps Buffalo gun with powerful cartridges in .40 to .50 caliber. However, the buffalo were also the source of life for the Plains Indians. The Indians would battle these hide hunters every step of the way. Death and injury were common-place. This is the story of one such "Buffalo Runner", Buffalo Buck.
All of a sudden out of nowhere there it was. Lewis and Clark never talked about what he was now looking at. It was a huge buffalo but was like none of the others. This was a pure white buffalo, the only white buffalo in the herd. This is the one he picked out as his first. Buck got into his shooting position and adjusted his sight. The front sight was placed right on the eye of the huge white creature. It seemed like an eternity but finally the Spencer spoke. When the smoke cleared the White Buffalo was down--One shot, one kill. It was just like in his dream but better. Buck didn't know that such an animal even existed.
Dodge was a rough and tumble place in 1868. It seemed that there was a shooting at least every day, although most did not result in death. On one occasion Buck was walking across the street when he was almost run down by some wild man on a horse. It upset the man on horse-back so much that Buck got in his way, that he was going to kill him. The man pulled out his Colt Army revolver and started shooting at him. The first shot went through Buck's hat, the second hit the ground at his feet. By this time Buck drew his Colt Navy that Wild Bill had given him and returned fire. All six shots were fired. The blast from the Colt spooked many of the horses nearby, but none of the bullets even came close to their intended target. The third shot fired by the man on horse back found its mark. Buck was hit in the left shoulder and went down. By this time Wild Bill had arrived on the scene and with one smooth motion drew his Colt Navy and fired a shot that caught the man full in the chest emptying his saddle. The man was dead before he hit the ground.
The lead buffalo went down just like the first bull. He was impressed by the ability of the .45-110 to reach out that far with ample power to kill large animals with a single shot. He killed a total of seventy-five buffalo with eighty-five shots. None of the buffalo he shot with the .45-110 required a second shot. Part of the success of killing buffalo with a single shot was the skill of the hunter, and the other part was pure luck. Buffalo were hard to kill even if they were hit in the vitals.
He had to warn Slim, Old Pete and JT. Buck took up a shooting position with the .45-110. The barrel was resting on his shooting sticks just as if he was hunting buffalo. One of the Indians was within fifty yards of Slim and Slim hadn't seen him. Buck put his sights high on the Indians back and cut loose. The Sharps echoed down the valley scaring everyone, Indians and skinners, to death. Slim turned around in time to see the Indian blown off his feet and land face down. The other Indians didn't know where the shot had come from. They thought there were only three white men. Buck fired again. By this time the smoke from his two shots gave his position away, but there were only five Indians left. Old Pete swung into action. The Henry was blazing like a Gatling gun at the Indians. It didn't matter that they were over two-hundred yards away which was out of range for Old Pete. It made him feel good to hear his Henry, even if he didn't hit anything.
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