Going Snake

If Eugene Bracken could have known the innocent ride he was taking as a favor to his beloved friend Major Owens, he might have not gone. He was about to enter the bowels of hell, and history would add another chapter to the colorful hardness of the West.
He and a large posse consisting of United States Marshals of Fort Smith, Arkansas, would be in the deadliest gun battle ever recorded in the journals of American History.
They were only going after one man, Zeke Proctor. How could anything go wrong? Yet something would.
Zeke Proctor, a Cherokee of Keetoowah belief who also had been a deputy, was known as a fair man, a deadly man, and a resourceful man. But he too was thrown head long into unimaginable events. He hadn't any choice but to take on the Fort Smith Marshals and the United States Government.
Zeke was a man with great resolve and wolf like instincts. To catch him was laughable, to cross him was deadly, to like him was easy, to fear him was wisdom, and to know him... no one ever really knew him.