Tag Archives: dacoits

blog 299: five rupees per severed head

We have reports some of the rebels actually left Delhi. Rumors said rumors told Zafar that Meerut Morons are marching toward them so he ordered the brave rebels looting and raping and ravishing Delhi to march forth slay the enemy! … Continue reading

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blog 291: delhi is on fire — and we are not anyplace near it!

Telegraphs around Delhi reports the suburbs under attack by more and more Dacoits as organized crime takes over and garrotes the city. The initial flow of refugees have stopped as reports circulate of refugees being robbed and looted. Not just … Continue reading

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blog 130: hello and goodbye

I briefed Hobson as I showed him the weapons and ammo dump. It was only half filled. “You must have ridden like the wind when a Wah! Pathan rode to fetch you!” “He rode like the wind!” Hobson laughed. “So … Continue reading

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blog 126: how he talks!

For the rest of the night we poured water down into the basement like lunatics. The neighbors woke howling until I shouted ‘gunpowder about to explode’ and then they just howled. More dacoits appeared as people fled the area of … Continue reading

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blog 125: the gunpowder plot

Sikes then shouted. “Fuck! Something I have to check!” he rushed off. I hugged Son # 2 so tight he groaned. “Uncle Sahib! You are bleeding all over me!” We both laughed hysterically. “What a waste of a good bribe” … Continue reading

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blog 124: shoot out!

I got back before 9:00 PM but found Captain Llewellyn-Jones gone. “Sahib. The Russian changed the time.” “It is a fucking trap!” I said. “Agreed! Alas!” the Pathan said. “Sikes is here .” He said the name oddly, warily. “He … Continue reading

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blog 123: the eye behind the curtain of purdah

I inspected the ghostly hands of the tragic suttee victims of Jaisalmer. The wall was indeed scorched black. The golden stone was sooty. There was gold-leaf affixed to each ghostly hand print, the gold-leaf being the gesture of devotion for … Continue reading

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