AUDIO BOOK VOICE DEMO
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South) North American (US Western)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
What the **** is this? Henry stared in amazement at the back bar. It looks like a damn souvenir shop. His favorite nephew just grinned at him. Got to make a buck. Hunk got bacon T shirts, bacon, bumper stickers, bacon, coffee mugs, bacon autographed pictures and bacon. Statuettes had a made up, so I'd be ready just as soon as our pig won the election and became famous. Pretty smart, Henry thought to himself. But what he said, Waas, I don't suppose you plan on cutting bacon and me in on the profits. I wasn't planning on it, the boy admitted. But I will if you want me to. Henry just shook his head by and by. I began to talk to him as I knew Spanish better than the other boys. And then Mexicans couldn't talk English. I told him I thought it was a coward who? Dan the man up and shoot him when all he done was Russell Samuels. Why not just get the mules and let the Indians go? They look sullen. They wanted a fight, and then they wanted the horses and guns of the Indians to keep her cell. My talk didn't make sense to him. It looks like we have to fight ya keys and then maybe rallies, I said to the boys. Parsons tapped his Winchester long range. He hinted, and we all got the idea knowing what notorious bad shots the Mexicans are at any great distance. Maybe I said, Ortho tri. Anyhow, the distance was about 300 yards and downhill. We five rangers dismounted, went on our bellies drawn bead with our Winchesters, which rested in the palms of our hands, our elbows on the ground. The rallies didn't dismount. They wanted to ride whooping down the hill in a regular charge. Get down, I said in English. They understood that, all right. Then the rallies dismounted and laid down beside us. Shoot for the fire, Parsons said in English. We opened up. So did the rallies in deadly earnest. But Justus. We counted on our shot, smacked into the middle of the fire, scattering hot cold. 11 a.m. 30 minutes later, in the third floor courtroom, ah, Bailiff stood quickly, dropping his magazine. In the process, he looked to be about 5 ft four inches in all directions, but what he lacked in physical fitness, he made up four with his acute sense of timing justice. He stood a door to his left opened and a tall figure in a black robe emerged. All rise. The bailiff bellowed with his much Bello is his round frame could muster everyone in sight did just that. And then they listened carefully for the next set of instructions. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. This honorable court of this great state is now in session. The honorable Augustus Langhorne Stark, Judge presiding D. C didn't come to order, and with that, the judge walked purposely up the three steps to the bench where he would call home for the next few days. My troops did everything possible to reach the top of the ridge before nightfall. And we did. However, it involved dealing with several weather related casualties, resulting in some troops having to carry the gear. For those who had been overcome by the effects of the blazing heat, those casualties had to be literally dragged to the top of the ridge. Our mission was to get to the top of the ridge and hook up with the beleaguered 17 and we did. But it was not pretty. Thankfully, we did not receive any fire from the enemy forces that had nearly overrun the Marine battalion on the ridge.