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Show THE CITIZEN K $ V By Glynn S. Bcnnion 1TKICK MOONEYE was preparing to take unto himself a new squaw. Dick was a little old withered, decrepit Goshute buck who had had plenty of squaws in his time. He possessed only one foot and less ish girl for awhile and then walked toward her for closer inspection. She grinned witchingly at him and hit him in the stomach with a sharp rock. The brief courtship thus ended, the young squaw and teeth, but he still had It. Tybo hog-tie- d was a lively little dumped her and the camp effects into His bride-to-b- e trail girl of thirteen summers with sharp his buckboard. Then he hit the little black eyes like a birds. Her back to Uintah, leaving the girls mother to bewail the double loss and name was Moodywok, which probably signifies Little - Drop - on - the -- return with the tale of the kidnapNose. She was as happily unmindping to old Dick Mooneye in Skull ful of a squaws terrible destinies as Valley. n a rabbit is of its own Tybo made little Moodywok atwhile skipping about in front of a ; tached to her new home near the White Rocks agency by means of coyotes den. rawhide throngs. But she did not Shortly before the wedding was to to take place, the girl and her mother ' take kindly to this treatment, nor boarded the top of a passenger train the frequent beatings administered and came to Salt Lake City to trade by her brutal husband. She longed y playmates in buckskin gloves for such calico finery for her as satisfied their wants. They made the Goshute village of Skull Valley. So one day when Tybo was away she worked free of her bonds and fled westward over the mountains. For days and weeks she lived like a coyote, sneaking through the brush, hiding her trail, subsisting on bugs and berries, finally winning through alive to her own people. But Tyba was not far behind his runaway wife. He tracked her into the Goshute village soon after she arrived there. The Goshutes lifted no hand to stop him. They were a filthy, lot the miserable remnants half-grow- happy-go-luck- horses for northeastern Utah. But a year or so later the Goshute . girl again made a break for freedom. This time she was handicapped in her dash for Skull Valley by a small papoose, so she was compelled to ask for food and shelter occasionally on her way. Sympathetic white ranch-me- n and their wives who know the girls story, helped her, hiding her when the relentless pursuer might otherwise have caught her. Finally the help of officers from Park City was enlisted who delivered the girl to authorities in Salt Lake City who in turn took her on west to her folks, the Goshutes, promising the scared Indians they would fix Tybo if he showed up. But Tybo didn't show up. He was smart for that. He skulked . too around in the mountains above Skull Valley biding his time. He knew the white authorities would soon tire of riding herd on the timid Goshutes and then he would pounce on them. Little old Dick Mooneye had taken the young ranaway squaw to his own wickiup, and now lived in senile terror of the fierce easterner. Dick had seen signs of the big Indian in the hills and pleaded earnestly with the officers for protection. But they laughed at his fears and went away. stress of FINALLY, under old Dick decided to half-starv- ed . their camp amid the piles of granite building stone in the shadow of the great temple, just north of the old tithing office, where devout Mormons come with their tithes and offerings. While the old squaw bargained and begged about the streets the young squaw was left to watch over the camp. During the lonely hours of waiting she amused herself by throw- ing rocks at unwary folk who might, be short-cuttin- g through the tithing square. SEVERAL other Indians were in the tithing yard that day, and one of these was a big, buck from the Uinblack, 250-pound tah reservation named Tybo. From where he leaned up against the Tith- the prank- wall he watched . jng-offi- ce . . . . .. . of a tribe whose weak ancestors had been driven out of good hunting grounds by braver men. Their principal inheritance was an inferiority complex. a giant of warrior stock sensed that he could do as he pleased. He bullied and tormented the whole village, took what he wanted and beat half to death any that objected. When he tired of Jhis sport and decided to return to Uintah he picked out a few of the Indians best horses and put his own brand on them. Then he caught his young squaw and branded her also on the forehead with a red hot iron. He promised her and her people that the next time she tried to run away he would put her to death. Then he .departed with squaw and TYBO, meet his foeman in mortal combat. It was the desperate courage of a cornered coyote. No other Living think could know to what depths of his shrunken soul he had to reach to dig up that awful determination. For on Tybo's former sojourn among the Goshutes he had made them believe that some magical charm he possessed made his body immune from bullets. In proof of this he showed them a scare made by ) a bullet wKich had once plunged through his breast without harm. 'Not only did his powerful medicine make his body bullet proof, but it was able to visit swift retribution on any who might try to shoot him. But old Dick reasoned that while Tybo's medicine might protect his body from bullets, the scar on his chest was no proof that the charm extended with the powerful Uintah Indian with weapons other than fire-anunless the big fellow could be; crippled in arms or legs some way. us |