Welcome to the storytelling world of Jedediah Ravine.
My name is Jedediah Ravine.
For many a generation, folks have been fascinated by tales of the old west. A time of wide-open spaces and small towns. Times of simple things, simple lives, with simple rules. When you ride, you ride for the brand, with loyalty. You live every day with courage and honor and take pride in your work . It was a time when you did what you had to because it was simply the right thing to do.
Some things were not for sale, no matter the price, and if you make a promise, you keep it.
Life was free to live those days. And, for the most part it was
a time of adventure and dreams that could be realized with hard work and determination.
Now, I don’t mean is life was easy. For that would be misunderstood by most folks these days to mean life was laid back and carefree, it wasn’t. What I do mean is this: What was good was good, and what was bad was just that… bad.
Folks in the old west rarely tolerated badness. Why, justice was served quickly and decisively. And was offen served
with a slick rope or a fast gun. Often at the hands of the folks themselves. Over time, to help avoid anarchy, Lawmen were appointed to protect the folks, and deal with villains and ner do wells that got away. Armed with courage and determination, a Colt and a rifle, lawmen of the Wild West firmly believed in, and lived by the code given to them by the Creator Himself.
That code is recorded in his own book: Romans 13:4 says
FOR THEY (THE LAWMEN) HAVE BEEN PUT IN PLACE FOR YOUR GOOD. BUT IF YOU DO BAD, BE IN FEAR, FOR THEY HAVE BEEN GIVEN, BY DIVINE DECREE, THE SWORD (OR THE COLT) AS AN AVENGER AGAINST EVIL DEEDS.”
My stories are based on just such a man. His name? Wichita, a US Marshall…
About the Author:
To My Listeners…
I have always enjoyed listening to old stories of the old west told by older men that know a thing or two. These same men would tell their stories with feelings of deep conviction, and as a kid, I would be at the edge of my seat, intently listening as they revealed the moral of the story, the wisdom of their tale.
In my story of the old west, I wanted to say things in a way I believe was said, lacking good grammar and politically incorrect. Written in a way that puts you there, the way it just may have been heard by the people of that time. I felt the best way to accomplish this was to read my own story, with my voice, with help from my friends and family.
My wife, of 51 years, is the voice for Sweet Annie, Sarah, and the crabby old bathhouse lady. My granddaughter is Sally Wilson, my oldest grandson is Wichita’s boy Luke, another grandson is Little Carson, and yet another grandson of mine is the courageous little boy who stands up for his father. With their help, hopefully, you will not only hear but feel what I felt when writing the story of Wichita.