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Show L SOUTHERN UTAH NEWS - Thursday, March 24, 19S3 - Page S!x The Storm Testament scemea revolting and inadequate. Indian justice was better-sw- ift , and cruel revenge. Beside one of the stakes 1 disdpvered the largest Indian track I had ever seen, almost gis big as Ike's. It was different than any 1 had ever seen in that there was no stitching on the inside. Apparently the moccksin was d made from a pattern requiring stitching on only one side. Whoever the big Indian was, and whatever tribe he belonged to, 1 figured 1 would kill him first chance I got. I didnt find any other human footprints, just plenty of hone tracks. Just as I was leaving the abandoned camp, I heard the clatter of hooves on stones up the trail. They were coming towards me; 1 could hear more than one animal. I scampered into the rocks above the trail, a club in one hand and a kpife in the other, waiting for the approaching horses. I had no idea who might be coming. It couldnt be the main Ute tribe. They had gone east and north well over a week ago. It couldn't be Red Leafs captors, either. There was no sensible reason why they would turn around and come back, not after stealing Red Leaf and the horses. grateful for mv good luck in stumbling upon Browi Wolf. During the afternoon the lay of the land began ti look familiar. I guessed that Ike and I might have passet this way when we had stolen the 34 Commanche horses. The wind wu at our back all afternoon, blowing u a storm from the west. Our unspoken concern wu that the storo would wipe out f trail we were following. We were winding our way along a small stream, broken here and there with beaver ponds, when it started to rain. Just a sprinkle at first, but by nightfall we were in a downpour. Not wanting to bother trying to build a fire in the a wetness, we crawled under the protective branches big fir tree and buried ourselves in a warm blanket of while pine needles, enjoying snatches of restless sleep waiting for the dawn. Our biggest worry, of course, wu how we would be able to follow the trail once the heavy rain hgd washed it way. 1 figured we were pfbbably gettingprtrtty dose to the Green River. How would we know if Red Leaf and her captors followed the river upstream or downstream, or crossed to the other side? Even though they couldn't ahead of us, finding their trail be more than a half-da- y again would be tough. . I wondered what kind of night Red Leaf wu having. Wu she protected from the rain? Wu she still being abused by her captors? To what extent had they tortured her? Wu she still alive? In the darkness of the night 1 removed the medicine bag from my neck and fingered the contents. I always liked to feel the smooth weight of the gold nugget. It wasnt much good to me now. I would gladly have traded it for a good hound that could follow the trail even after the rain. I would have gladly spent it for rifle, powder and lead. As I felt the sharp end of the beaver tooth, I remembered the numerous beaver dams and lodges scattered along the little stream we had been following. One lodge in particular seemed to stick in my mind. We had come upon it just at dark, and with the storm and wind, it wu hard to remember detail, but I remembered being surprised at seeing a lodge so large. It wu almost twice any 1 had ever seen before. I wondered if a lot big of beaver were living inside, or perhijy just a big beaver, a king of beavers. If Beaver George were still alive, he would delight in this stream with so many lodges and dams. As 1 rubbed the little bundle of horse hair betweeen my fingers, I remembered the Commanche village on the bank of the Green River, the one at the upstream end of the big meadow surrounded by natural "boundaries. The thrill of stealing so many horses had been intoxicating. It suddenly occurred to me that Red Leaf and her captors might be heading for that same village. The familiarity of the neighboring bluffs and hills indicated that we were headed in that general direction. It made sense that the Commanches, in an effort to get their horses back, would be the ones to attack my camp, steal my horses, and carry off my wife. The next morning our worst fears were realized. The tracks we had been following had been completely wuh-e- d away by the storm. 1 told Brown IVolf about the familiar surroundings and how I suspected we were heading in the direction of the Commanche village where Ike and 1 had stolen the horses. Brown Wolf agreed with me that we should continue towards the Green River and check out the village by the big meadow. As we mounted our horses in the early dawn, an alarmed beaver slapped his tail on the surface of a nearby pond and disappeared below the Surface as he swam towards the entrance of the huge beaver lodge. wrap-aroun- Liberty Press, 1982 a saga of Dan Storm Synopsis: Most of the tribe was hunting after the Commanche raid on their horses. Dan and Red Leaf had stayed behind in their wickiup to get to know each other and for Dan to have time to seek out Dan thought maybe his Mormon Cod and Sin-- 0 Wap were the same Great Spirit. He left early one morning to go up the mountain to meditate. He worried about leaving Red Leaf alone, but continued on his trek. Then about midday he looked across the valley and saw smoke. His wickiup was on fire and two riders were ' chasing Dan s four horses. He raced down the mountain, hoping he wouldn't be too late to help Red Leaf. Chapter 41 First to come into sight was a bay mare, with ears forward, trotting down the trail without nder, saddle, pack or halter. Immediately behind her, another horse came into view, a roan stallion carrying an Indian rider whom I immediately recognized as Brown Wolf. There was a quiver of arrows on his bare, back, a bow in his right hand, reins in the left. He was alone with the two horses, returning from his raid on the Commanches. Apparently his companions had been killed or were returning on a different trail. I had to get one of those horses from him. In the Ute camp he had been my enemy. He wanted Red Leaf too, and had it not been for me, she would probably have d become his squaw. I had humiliated him in combat by driving him off with a porcupine skin, e offer for Red Leaf with then I had outbid his an offer of IS horses. Would he give me the horse, just because I asked? 1 had nothing to trade. Or would he take the opportunity for revenge and try to kill me? It occurred to me that it might be wise to just leap upon him, by surprise, and kill him. Instead, I just stepped out into the trail and nodded a cool greeting. He pulled his horse in and looked around in surprise, as if he expected me to be leading a bunch of warriors in an attack on him. He didn't trust me any more than I trusted him. The only thing had in common with Brpwn Wolf wu the love both of us had shared for Red Leaf. While there wu probably po way he would just give me a horse for my own benefit, perhaps he would be inclined to help Red Leaf. Hopefully his love for her wu not yet forgotten. I motioned for him to follow me down the trail to the abandoned camp. 1 showed him the four stakes, the d thong, the track belonging to the big Indian, and explained what had happened. He listened quietly, an occuional grunt to indicate he understood. When I finished telling what had happened, I uked him for a horse. He looked at me for a minute, then jerked free a short rope that had been tied to the side of his saddle. He quickly fuhioned a loop in one end, caught the bay mare, slipped the loop over her tongue and lower jaw, and motioned for me to climb up while he held her still. I leaped upon the mare, thanked Brown Wolf with a grim nod, slapped the mare on the rear with the free end of the rope, and headed up the trail. I hadn't gone fv when I heard a noise behind me. Turning to look back, I uw the roan stallion and Brown Wolf following me. Apparently his love for Red Leaf wu more than I had supposed. The young brave who had been my mortal enemy a short time earlier wu now my companion, sharing a common purpose-- to save Red Leaf and destroy her captors, especially the Indian with the big foot. It would be good to have Brown Wolf on my side. Suddenly the chances of successfully rescuing Red Leaf were a lot better thkn they had been. broad-shoulder- supposed to be the long journey ahead. A few minutes later, I was trotting along the trail of the four horses carrying Red Leaf and her captors. The trail headed south and east towards the mouth of the canyon later named Spanish Fork by the Mormon pioneers. My legs were weary and my feet bruised from the race down the mountain, but knowing 1 would have plenty of time to rest when it was loo dark to see the tracks, 1 refused myself the luxury of a needed rest. As I loped along, I hoped Red Leaf would have the good sense to be agreeable with her captors, even friendly to the point wtinre they would be persuaded to keep her as a squaw rather than torture or kill her. This was the only sensible way she could buy time, until conditions were right for me to get her back. But as i thought about it, I realized that the probably would not be agreeable to them. That was not her nature. 1 remembered her independence in shunning other suitors, especially Brown Wolf, when the had humiliated him by refusing to touch the slain deer he left near her tepee. I remembered her boldness in racing horses against me across the grassy piairie, and her lack of fear when I left her alone at the wickiup while hunting or embarking on my vigil to Tlmpanogos. She was brave, strong, and certainly not inclined to give female favors to uninvited warriors. Figuring she would Tight her captors, 1 forced myself to run even faster. Without weapons and horses, not only would it be tough to catch up with Red Leaf and her captors, but there didnt seem to be much I could do if I found her. I thought about heading welt to Gosiute country, getting a horse from Ike, and getting him to come with me in the search for Red Leaf. I knew he would do it. But valuable time would be lost if I went after Ike. Perhaps a storm would come along and wipe out the trail. Then we would never find her. No, I had to stay on the trail, traveling as fast as possible. Eventually I would catch up, and when I did, I would somehow figure out a way to free her-- if it wasnt too late. It was in the afternoon of the second day when I came upon the place where Red Leaf and her captors had camped the first night. There were cold ashes from the abandoned Tire, pawed-u- p turf, and fresh manure where the horses had been tethered to nearby trees. Looking about for anything that might have been left behind, I suddenly discovered four stakes that had eight-fobeen driven into the ground to form a four-by- rectangle. The earth and grass in the middle of the rectangle was matted and packed. Rawhide thongs were still tied to two of the stakes. There was blood on one of the thongs, but none on the ground that I could see. My heart wu thundering with a rage I had never felt before as I looked at the four stakes and imagined the cruelties that had been inflicted on my Red Leaf there. With a tight grip on the handle of my knife, I longed to kill, maim, and even torture Red Leafs captors. My earlier aversion to the cruelties inflicted by Indians on other Indians had vanished. For the flrst time since I had come to the Rocky Mountains, I felt the things I had often despised in my red brothers. I hungered and thirsted for vengeance. I longed to inflict the most cruel tortures possible on Red Leafs captors. The mildness of white mans justice, of fair trials and jail sentences, eght-hors- u blood-staine- KANAB Leafs captors made no effort to 42 18 WEATHER 42 21 A - ' CI Duane Bowles, custodian of the Kanab Elementary School PTA. displays this new wpter fountain purchased by the in did The PTA appreciates tfft work Mr. Bowles getting the fountain Installed. The fountain Is refrigerated to provide cold water for the children. With money earned frofo the after school store the PTA hopes to furnish another refrigerated fountain to replace the old, worn-ou- t white fountain in the hall by the gym. ( Sen. Hatch To Give Report In St. George Burglary One student from Kanab was named on College of Eastern Utah's fall quarter honor roll, announced William Painter, director of admissions and records. A student must carry at least 12 credit hours to be named on the honor roll with high honor students maintaining a 3.76 to 4.0 grade point average while honor students achieved a 3?5 to 3.76 GPA. Joe B. Cort, a freshman majoring in mining technology, attained honors with a GPA of 3.70. On Thursday, March 31, Senator Hatch will give his sixth annual report to Utah. This will be held in the Sun Room of Dixie College Student Union at 12:30 p.m. Cost is S5.50 per person. Seating is limited so reservations are required. Reservations can be made by calling St. George, or Cedar City, by March 29. A local Kanab man, Shane McCormick, age 19, was arrested March 18, Friday in the act of evening burglarizing Kanab Paint and Body, owned by Joe Johnson, located on highway 89. McCormick is presently out of jail on bail, awaiting further court action. 673-467586-843- Soma spirits, including gin, are produced by redistilling alcohol with. flavoring agent Juniper is the agent used to flavor gin. V gwjfw we V 32 Customers Due to late mailing of our store-wid- e appliance sale circulars, we are extending certificate offerg through April .71 07 .68 .06 31 4 tv t?Srf Montgomeiy Ward hide or disguise their trail. They knew the Ute tribe had gone north and eut to hunt buffalo, and they apparently thought they 16 had captured all my horses. They knew that on foot I 17 could not keep up with their forced march. I was . I "r- CORRECTION NOTICE! 3. . i if Honor Roll The nutrition class being sponsored by the iHealth Department has been cancelled for the month of April. The next class will be held May Sth. And will continue the firdl Thursday every other month at Zions First National Bank. wrap-aroun- .ii Kanab Student Kanab Man Named To CEU Arrested For Health Dept. Nutrition Class u School's High Nedra Heaton, h was a glittering evening entitled Blue Magic. Special guests were the FHS Cheerleaders. Rhea McCormick and Company and a Martial Arts Demonstration under the direction of Ernie and Frank Baca and Tristan Heaton. The Girls performed five marches, Mickey (voted the favorite by the marchers) Juke Box Hero, Vacation, We've Got the Beat and an exciting performance of Can Can. Special awards were presented by Sonya Savala, Captain and Shanna Nelson, The marchers voted Carol Johnson Favorite Marcher and Most Dependable, Kim Nelson and Johnna Russell Miss Congeniality and Regena Heaton Most Improved. The advisors presented each girl with an inciden from their lives and a flower. A dance was held after the Revue with Ron Hilton as the D.J. A wonderful time was had by all and the Drill Team and advisors extend thanks to all who helped in any way. Soon Brown Wolf and I found the route Ike and I had driven the horses along after stealing them. As we hurried along, I wpndered what we could do to free Red Leaf if we found er, or what we would do if we didn't find her In the village. There wu little conversation between Brown Wolf and I we followed the trkil left behind by Red Leaf and her captors. We pushed the horses hard across the open stretches, but usually dismounted and led them up the steep inclines in an effort to conserve their strength. The bay mare wu the quickest id tire, while the roan stallion always seemed eager to push ahead. We, were headed cut towards the Green River. Late morning of the second day we came uppn the second camping place of Red Leaf and her captors, where they had stayed the previous night. We were gaining on them. There were plenty of moccuin tracks in the sand around the cold ashes where the fire had been, including the big track. Brown Wolf figured they were d probably Commanches because of the style of the moccuin pattern. I remembered the rectangle of stakes at the previous camp, and looked for a similar pattern. To my relief, there was none. Red Fredonia 11 Lady Blues Drill Team presented their March Review Friday, March 11, under the direction of Allyson Daane and u Chapter 42 V' Held March jf hand-to-han- By the time I reached camp, our wickiup was reduced to nothing more than a pile or warm ashes. There was no sign of Red Leaf, our horses, or any of my belongings, rekicking among the ashes I found the mains of the elk carcass from which Red Leaf had been making jerky. 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