Robert L. Hunton - Author Page

Robert L. Hunton - Author Page

Author of 'Gift of the Desert Dog,' (Open Books Press, 2010); 'Secrets of the Medicine Pouch,' (OBP, 2012); 'Coyote-Meeter's Abyss,' (OBP, 2014)

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25/11/2023

Book Two in my Borderlands Trilogy also available at Spine and at Independent Booksellers everywhere!

With his final breath, Chief Jonathan Gray Horse, known as "coyote-mecter,' foresees catastrophe for the Tohono O'odham nation. A mysterious sickness, dying livestock, and a disastrous fire are only the beginning! Wise Joseph and his grandson Danny Rivas risk their lives to unravel the secrets of Jonathan's medicine pouch and save their people. Will they find and decipher the ancient wisdom of the O'odham in time?

16/11/2023

A twelve year-old Tohono O'odham boy and his grandfather embark on a hazardous journey across borderland desert to
the summit of legendary Baboquivary Peak to seek the spirits of their ancestors. Treacherous mountain passes, ruthless drug smugglers, and the mystery of ancient petroglyphs prove the ultimate test of their dedication to one another on a quest to the place where l'itoi, the first O'odham, walked Mother Earth.

16/11/2023

Spine Bookstore & Cafe, St. Louis, MO. - ‘The Borderlands Trilogy’ available now and for the Holidays. A great choice for readers of all ages!

A twelve year-old Tohono O'odham boy and his grandfather embark on a hazardous journey across borderland desert to
the summit of legendary Baboquivary Peak to seek the spirits of their ancestors. Treacherous mountain passes, ruthless drug smugglers, and the mystery of ancient petroglyphs prove the ultimate test of their dedication to one another on a quest to the place where l'itoi, the first O'odham, walked Mother Earth.

16/10/2023

‘La Fiesta de Los Vaqueros’ (Tucson Rodeo) comes to the Old Pueblo in February.

'Number 68' - A vignette by Robert L. Hunton

"Pull up, he's leanin' on the rail!"
The rider heard nothing of the gate man's plea to the flank man. His eyes were focused on the brute's head--on a black spot dead center between its rough-trimmed horns.
"Any tighter and he'll tear up the chute!" came the yell from above. The infuriated beast surged forward, its massive sides barely contained within the rickety steel box.
Just a nod would set bull and rider in motion, but he waited nervously on the order of things. Each snippet of detail, from early fatherly advice astride a dogie to six painful years of professional competition aboard double kickers and head throwers alike, played in his mind. 'Keep your spurs in tight,' his dad had admonished so long ago. That was the general idea, fill the brain with fine points and keep the fear at bay.
Eight ticks of a time clock; that's all it took. 'One, one thousand...two, one thousand...' He would spit the count through his mouthguard. Eight lazy ticks before 'Number 68' got the better of him. Before the simultaneous spinning and fading, bucking and swirling, combined with the downward pull of gravity to bring him to earth--to bone-jarring contact with the dirt floor of the arena.
The thought of flashing hooves, flailing unseen in the dust, threatened to draw the breath from his lungs. He quickly fought it off, squeezing the bull rope with his gloved hand and concentrating on the dark splotch of hair once more. What was the matter? He'd been here before. Many times.
"Get a grip," he growled, pounding down on his clenched fist to tighten the hold.
Williams had covered 'Razorblade' and earned a top score, while this rider's draw had been a poor one. No cowboy had ridden this welly all day. And now it was stay up or go home early. The announcer riled the huge rodeo crowd with the introduction.
"...on a bull too mean to have a name, Number 68!"
He made his final check, sucking in air thick with the smell of straw and animal. Time seemed to slow. He couldn't remember lowering himself, but here he was. The wetness trickled down his neck, behind his ears.
The bull heaved against the side rails, snorting and wheezing, desperate for release. A reflex-like shudder ran along its spine, sending a mindless message of revulsion to the man on its back.
He shifted his gaze to the gate man below. Their eyes were riveted upon one another, anticipating...
The call was his and he knew it. Waiting...waiting for 'Number 68' to relax just a bit...
"Hit it!"