Oriel, part 3
by Joe Rathbun
HERE COMES SATAN AND COMPANY   DISASTROUS RESULTS

The black-robed and hooded humanoids that were female by biological
characteristics only, cited deplorable" (huh?) "conditions,
unhealthy and immoral atmosphere. They said Soo Yan-O was being led
down a path of sin by her parents living together unmarried and
always dressing in a lewd and lascivious manner.

It didn't help matters when the monastery-monsters saw Judy dressed
only in a silvery thong bikini and topless; and that was unusual
right there because Judy was usually nude. Alex recently purchased
the French-made bikini, and so she was wearing it for his sake. She
expected him home sooner or later. But Soo Yan-O WAS buck naked as
she worked in the hot sun. She was behind the house, repairing the
structures holding the photo-voltaic panels and some other chores.

Soo Yan-O DID pull on her pair of very skimpy, denim short-shorts.
But still topless with breasts well on the way, Soo Yan-O
innocently ran to the front to greet the approaching van. As the
van came down the long driveway with a plume of desert-dust behind
it, Soo Yan-O assumed it was a big group of Indian relatives and
friends coming for a visit. They often did, coming in anything from
on horse-back to cars, station-wagons and sometimes vans.

But Indians certainly were NOT in THAT particular van. Probably
satan and its legion of demons waited with wicked smiles, invisible
to living human's eyes, when that van full of Christian
Fundamentalist monsters arrived and stopped. Out they came
lumbering, some of them wadding under tons of cover-all robes and
under that hot, desert sun. With some plain-clothed humanoids
assisting them, the Nuns, under the auspices of an H.R.S. largely
run by them as well, they dragged Soo Yan-O off.

To say Soo Yan-O fought against them would be an understatement.
Biting, scratching, and yes really imparting some awful looking
scratches on those legalized abductors, plus some well directed
punches more similar to a Boxer-in-training than a 5-foot-3 (yes,
3, not 2; she's growing!) 12 year old girl, it took three GUYS to
handle her.

The group was "out of" guys! Four of those "sisters", black robed
and hooded, like some demon's dream, had to hold Judy back, or she
would have cut them up with a big chef's knife! One of the
"sisters" lost her hood in the scuffle, as they stuffed a
screaming, screeching Soo Yan-O into the van and took off.

Unseen and unheard by the living human's eye or ear, satan and a
party of its demons cheered and clapped as the van trundled down
the long, dirt driveway; another life messed up!





One would think, that in the 1970's, this kind of thing would
happen no more. But to Alex's aghast surprise, it still did. He
had only read about this before, but now it was happening to him
and his loved ones.

Judy had been crying for who knows how long, kneeled, on the ground
just in front of their house. So anguished she was, it seemed she
could not move. Alex struggled under the big, tall woman's weight,
and helped her inside, out of that sun.

She buried her face on his chest and long hair, and continued to
cry, her voice already wearing hoarse from all the crying before.
Alex felt tears coming up as well, but his growing out rage banged
them back down.

His rage erupted like a volcano, "Damned, mother-beating, shit
headed son of a bitch ASS HOLES!! DAM THEM TO HELL!! MY CURSE ON
THEM!!!"

In a flash, Alex wondered if he could hire a Mafia hit-man to burn
the mission school down. He KNEW where it was. Blue Owl and others
told him about it.

Blue Owl had said, "They'll use ANY excuse, cite ANY reason to the
verge of ridiculousness to abduct, and I purposely say 'abduct',
for that's what it is, an Indian child to one of their accursed
special schools. Some Whites want to eliminate us entirely. But
that's clearly illegal. So they try to make white people out of any
of us they can. Now, I'm not one of these Indians that go around
totally rejecting EVERYTHING about Whites and White culture, and
trying to incite violence or war, but come on, give us a break.
They heard us onto these reservations and say our laws are ours.
But leave it at that! Let us have what's left of our culture
without all these 'convert-Indians-projects'!"

Alex quickly surmised in his mind if he could afford, what, maybe
20,000, 30,000 dollars for a hit-man to burn the mission school and
knock some of those hypocrites off. But, of course, he had to
reject that idea.

The first thing to do was march down there to that school and bring
Soo Yan-O back, knocking heads together if necessary! Alex also
hoped, that being a White man MIGHT make it easier, but no, he also
thought, I'm a hippie, no better in that hypocritical church's eyes
than the Indians.

Indeed, Alex almost looked like an Indian, except for his blond
locks and light skin, tanned though it may be. Sometimes he wore
head-bands, and once, a couple weeks before this terrible
abduction, Judy braided his hair, Ute style, for some kind of
ceremony that they attended.

After Judy at last recovered enough to walk, Alex got her to pull
some clothes over that silver thong. And he too put on "better"
clothes. It was necessary. They were about to penetrate the very
heart, the very nerve center of Organized Hypocrisy! It would
behoove them to be dressed in the White establishment way! Then he
and her ran to the car. Judy had to sit for a minute or so while
Alex unhitched the U-Haul trailer. And that was so poignant, that
trailer with Soo Yan-O's organ inside, Alex's tears welled up in
earnest this time. But he, with the assistance of his rage, once
again beat back the tears. With the car free from its encumbrance,
it was off to do battle with the big black monsters of the
monastery.

As Alex began to drive, Judy slid over the seat to lean on and
cling to his shoulder. She pulled a portion of his long hair across
her face, as if seeking protection or at least privacy with it.
With her face so close to his ear, Judy began to tell, between
sniffles and occasional renewed sobbing, of another incident
involving Soo Yan-O. Since, due to her continual sniffing and
sobbing, her words were jumbled and unclear, we paraphrase here....

"The incident took place over two years ago, just before Judy
Strong-Girl or Soo Yan-O met Alex. Soo Yan-O, 10 years old at the
time, went out into the desert with a White boy, the son of some
visiting White family. The Father was some kind of Federal Police.
No, he wasn't bothering the Indians, he was merely seeking their
help in tracking down a White murder suspect last seen in these
parts. The boy followed Soo Yan-O to a secluded area, where she
then convinced him to undress, along with her. It was just messing
around and healthy curiosity. Soo Yan-O did it all the time with
Indian boys. Perhaps she wanted to see if, other than color, a
white boy was built the same way.

The boy must have blabbed to the wrong people, for the monastery
monsters came looking for Soo Yan-O a couple weeks later, citing
what she did. They said Soo Yan-O had no Father, was lewdly insane
and needed treatment. The Indians have had experience with THAT
kind of "treatment" before. The H.R.S. people, theoretically, had
no jurisdiction on Ute land. Despite that, as usual, legal
approaches were ineffective at first. But fortunately, the tough
little Soo Yan-O took matters in her own hands. One night she
escaped the mission school, something no Indian child had ever
accomplished before, and during the moonlit desert night, found
her way home.

Judy concluded, "There I was, crying again. Another morning without
my baby. Still quiet, still dark, or just a little morning color
coming up in the east, I heard a faint knocking on my door. I
opened it and there was my baby Soo Yan-O!"

Judy sobbed, "OH! To think she could have been eaten by wolves, or
run over crossing up to two highways on the way here... and now it
happens again....." and she cried anew, wetting Alex's shoulder.

She spoke of the conclusion of the incident. Paraphrasing.....

"Of course those creepazoids came on Indian land that's supposed
to be ruled by us only, looking for her. But it's easy to hide
someone in the desert. Those fools hadn't a clue. Later, tribal
records were falsified to show that I was married, Ute manner, to
a fellow. They finally allowed my Soo Yan-O to live in peace.
However, it was rumored that those creeps found out the Ute
marriage record was fake, and they wanted her again. I never really
knew for sure. I've always told her to stay strictly on the
reservation and stay away from White people."

Judy sobbed into Alex's wet shoulder, "except YOU, of course!"

Alex, noting something she mentioned, said, "That's it! We ARE
married! In TRUTH! Ute style. We will show them that record!"
"But you're not an Indian and you don't live on the reservation."
"Yes I do! The land we live on belongs to them!"
"Only as property. But it's still outside the reservation. Besides,
you're still not Indian."

At last the hated school pulled into view up ahead. "Okay! Let's
knock some heads together and kick some butts and bring Soo Yan-O
back home! We'll get this mess straightened out and..."

But Alex's words were stopped as they arrived at the school and
beheld a frightening scene...

Ambulances flashing red, and police cars flashing blue were all
around, made all the more glaring by the darkening, evening sky.
Alex uselessly told Judy "Stay in the car!" for she followed
anyway.

Alex asked the first person he could.

"There's been a murder. One of the students killed a school worker,
seriously cut another, and slightly cut yet another, then escaped."

Then Alex and Judy heard, "Hey, there's the murdering little
bitch's Mother!"

A group of school people, Nuns and police came walking up to where
Alex and Judy stood. "And that's that worthless hippie she's been
shaking up with!"

Judy turned away from them and clung to Alex as if for protection.
She buried her face in his hair, not wanting to see this...

"Are you Judy Strong-Girl?" a Policeman asked. "I'm afraid you're
going to have to come in with us for questioning."
Alex retorted, "Those creatures abducted her child! She's sick with
worry! She's in no shape to go with you so can't you question her
here? Not to mention, THEY should be arrested!"

"YOU stay out of this, HIPPIE!"

A school officer said, "Her 'child'" saying like it was
unbelievable such a "monster" could be called a child, "Murdered
a school worker and seriously injured a second! And now she's
running loose on the desert!"

"OH NO!" cried Judy.....

Alex just was not prepared to see this anti-Indian ugliness. Having
been raised in the east, went to school in the east, and started
his electronics and computer oriented career in the east, he had
been insulated from this by thousands of miles and layer upon layer
of tissues of lies. But now he was in the middle of it, all the
way! Perhaps he himself was considered not much better than one of
the Indians since he had a hippie appearance and had a lot to do
with the Indians.

They ended up forcefully separating the couple, which took some
doing. Judy hung on tight! That is, until a police man whacked her
head with a billy club, not full force, but enough to knock her
woozy for a couple seconds, and so shocked Alex that his heart
really stopped beating for a few seconds!

With Alex nearly fainting, and Judy staggering and rubbing her
head, they had the two separated. They grabbed her and stuffed her
into a police car and sped off.

Maybe had Alex REALLY been Indian, they would have dragged him off
too, to a separate cell. But they just left him be, having captured
another "wild Indian beast". This left Alex free to gather himself,
think a few minutes and take some well orchestrated action. You see
how lucky he was not to have the beautiful Indian-tan skin he
wanted?

Alex was so shocked, his mind was numb. All he could think was the
creepazoid monsters were tearing his life apart. "Well I dam sure
not going to stand here while those shits cart her off!"

He jumped into his car and followed after the police car that was
taking his treasure away. They had already gained some distance,
but he could see them way down that road due to its straightness.
They were going quite fast. Alex, from the crowded roads of the
east, was not accustomed to the 70, 80 and even 90 miles per hour
everyone seemed to drive around here.

He almost lost them. He feared his own aged car would blow apart
at such speeds. They turned way ahead. But without any trees and
with darkness of late evening, it was easy to see what road and
what direction they took.

They ended up in Durango. Alex knew this town very well, since he
comes here often for groceries, supplies, and so on. He kept
loosing sight of the Police car, but he knew well where it was
going.

He pulled up to the police station in down-town just in time to
barely see the outline of a tall woman with long hair being, rather
brusquely, escorted in. Either they were being rough about it, or
she was fighting them.

Alex told himself, "All right Alex, keep your cool. After all, I
AM a White man, at least I have that weapon... plus White
friends... hmmm... Good ol' straight-laced Bob... yes, yes, that's
what I'll do! The bigger the showing, the better..."

Alex got out, and ran up to the doors of the police station. He
looked in. Failing to see his beloved, he had to go in. "Gotta make
up a lie as to why I'm here. OH! Got it! And it's NOT a lie!"

He marched right up to the clerk window to file a report of his
missing child, Soo Yan-O. Well, how was HE supposed to know,
officially that is, that they were seeking Soo Yan-O as a murder
suspect? So his reporting her missing was as natural as can be!

His idea worked. With a reason to stand in view of the Police
offices for an extended time, he had enough time to finally catch
sight of Judy in an office. The office had glass windows whose
venetian blinds were not closed. He could see her un-mistakable
form.

The Lady behind the window took down all information and told him
to stay where they could call him if there was any information. She
took the information to another officer back there. Keeping an eye
on the situation, Alex made a call to his friend using a pay-phone.
Because of being a long-distance call, he had to call his friend
collect, promising to pay back later.

After explaining the situation and what he needed, his friend
remarked, "Well you see what happens when you get involved with
those Indians? Looks like you're right in the midst of that
quagmire. All right my hippie friend, I'm on my way."
"Oh, and do something else, wear a suit... any suit... your oldest
is okay. Hurry, don't ask questions, the suit is for effect. I
gotta get her out of here! Bring Cindy too, the more, the greater
the influence!"
"Well, um, er, okay! But it's a long drive from here in Walsenburg
to Durango. It'll probably be mid-night before I can get there!"

Alex and Robert, whose basement Alex had his main-frame computer
in, were friends back in Washington DC. At the time they both
worked for the same company as computer programmers and servicers.

Obviously, they went separate ways, but they remained friends.
Robert still was the job-world man, holding a Chief Computer
Consultant position in Walsenburg, Colorado, and having to commute
in traffic to work at the same time every day. He lived the White
man's life of pressure, traffic, and clocks.

Alex was closer to the Indian way, waking, working and sleeping by
nature time with little need of clocks, and far from any traffic.
AND, no power, no influence. Yes, don't forget that! That's why
Alex called Robert, he was using Robert's establishment White man
power.

While waiting for Robert, the Police apparently had held Judy in
that office long enough. Alex saw Judy escorted in hand-cuffs
toward the back. Alex knew they were taking her to a jail cell. He
knew this place. Two times he had been here before. The first time
was to bail out an Indian friend. The second time was to bail out
a girl-friend of Judy's. This was before Judy and Alex were
married. Both times the charges, though minor, were exaggerated or
made up by police.

Furthermore, Judy herself has seen the inside of those cells, in
times past before Alex moved to the area. Rowdy as a teenager, she
has been charged a number of times with various forms of
misconduct.

Alex resisted his impulse to "rescue" Judy. It would only cause a
scene. Although white, Alex the hippie was essentially in enemy
territory. Best to wait for Bob.



Bob, Wife and a friend arrived just after mid-night. It turned out
even better than Alex expected. When Robert and company arrived,
apparently Robert was recognized.

"Hey there, Bob! What brings YOU here?" called out an important
looking gentleman of the Police station.
"We're here to help my buddy here talk them out of holding his
Indian Wife."
"THAT'S your... uh... that is... He's your friend?"
"Please don't hassle him. Despite his appearance, he is quite an
accomplished programmer. In fact, he has such an intuitive feel for
what a computer does, his skill often surpasses mine. I'm even
thinking of using him to help me figure out that glitch you all
have been wrestling with. I just can't find where in the code it's
occurring! Alex here started a now quite successful business. Since
the business can function remotely, he lives where he wants,
dresses the way he wants, and apparently marries who he wants. Wait
'till you get a load of that big Amazon Indian he married. She's
taller than you or me... and as tall as Alex there."

Alex, anxious, insisted, "They put Judy in the cells back there!
She's so frightened! She's worried about her daughter! Come on,
let's get her out of here!"

When a contingent of Whites, one of them friends with a high
ranking officer, made their appearance in an office, it was a
cinch. Soon they were in back among the cells. With keys in hand,
the Jailor accompanied them. She was free. OH, BEHOLD! The wondrous
miracle of white skin!

As soon as Judy saw Alex, she jumped up and threw herself into to
his shoulder, sobbing thanks for saving her and such... her force
nearly knocked him over. She buried her face in his shoulder and
hair and took in the warm feel of Alex caressing and holding her.
Robert's Wife's eyes became teary as she smiled, impressed of the
touching scene.

The lower ranking officers and one rookie who had questioned her
said she wouldn't tell them anything. "Maybe that's because she
just lost her kid whose wanted for murder! You should go easy on
some one in that condition. You shouldn't have brought her here in
first place! You could have taken her home and questioned her!"
"But sir," began an Officer of lower rank, "If we took her to the
reservation, we would no longer have jurisdiction..."

Well, on and on. Oh yes! That Officer of rank was quite
cooperative... now! Anyway, with the company of Alex's respectable
looking friend, they finally received straight answers from the
Police.....

The feisty Soo Yan-O was trouble all the way to the school. It took
three to four people to handle her. They were going to put her into
that boarding school where so many other Indian children end up for
various trumped up reasons for White brain-washing. They were
attempting to cut her hair, which meant cutting off her valued
braids! That was the last straw! Soo Yan-O jumped from their grip,
and with uncanny strength, wrenched the scissors from the Nun about
to do the cutting.

When a guy tried to stop her, Soo Yan-O jabbed the scissors right
into his throat, cutting an important artery to his brain. He
dropped almost right there. Another school worker had scissors
penetrate his wind pipe causing profuse blood to enter his lungs.
And a third received a nasty cut across his face. Soo Yan-O lashed
out with the scissors and in the manner of a clawing cat, struck
him across his face in order to make him let her go.

Soo Yan-O jumped out a second story window, breaking the glass and
leaping to the ground. She landed, skillfully rolling then breaking
into a run, headed for the desert wilderness. The last anybody at
the school saw of her was wearing a cloak or robe like garment that
the Nuns made her wear for their definition of modesty. Remember
Soo Yan-O only had on very brief, perhaps too-small-for-her
short-shorts... and nothing else.

They said handling Soo Yan-O was like handling a small cougar of
about the same size once she had a-hold of those scissors. And they
never saw someone jump out the window so skillfully. When she
jumped through the window, she covered her head with the cloak the
Nuns had forced her to wear and cover that near naked body, to
prevent cuts from window glass.

They told Judy and Alex that Soo Yan-O definitely faced some years
of reform school when caught, and if found guilty of the murder.
That is usual punishment for a child that commits murder.

Arguments that Soo Yan-O was scared crazy and defending herself
would have to wait for the court-room they said.

For a White child, reform school is bad enough. But no telling what
it would mean to an Indian. Judy was scared of the idea, and Alex
remembered with a shudder, what he had read in the past about
similar situations involving Indian children.



Finally out of that horrible place, Judy clung tightly in silence
to Alex's shoulder while he drove home. Occasionally she would cry
anew, but would quickly quiet down. Judy was half in shock, half
numbed and cried-out. This would NOT be a nice evening. Alex's
tears came forth with out anything to stop them this time as he
thought about what could have been: He and Judy listening to Soo
Yan-O give her first performance on her new organ.....



And it didn't help control Alex's tears any when he pulled up to
their house and he saw the U-Haul trailer.

Once inside, Alex turned both his mobile phone radio on, and his
ham radio. Judy saw the reason for the mobile phone, that was their
only communication device. But the ham radio? That's for hobby, for
fun.

With a voice hoarse and eyes red from crying, Judy asked, "Why the
ham radio? What does that have to do with my Soo Yan-O calling?"

They sat upon the sofa, Judy next to Alex with her head on his
shoulder.

"Soo Yan-O used to..." Alex swallowed hard to keep from crying,
"She IS always, that is, asking me about the ham radio. She has
seen me use it in talking with other hams. She always watches me.
Call it a hunch... Oriel... uh... Soo Yan-O knows how to contact
somebody by ham radio. She knows my 'home' frequency, which is
where I have the receiver set on right now. She knows the type of
clubs where ham radio operators are. On other hand, she really
doesn't know how to place a telephone call to this mobile phone.
You have to go through the operator and contact a special mobile
radio telephone office. Then you have to tell them all kinds of
things... I doubt if she knows..."
"But how will she call us?"
"Call it a hunch... call it an educated guess influenced by what
I have observed in Soo Yan-O... I'm going to keep that ham radio
receiver on, open squelch, 24 hours a day... just in case! The ham
radio is for Soo Yan-O. The mobile phone is for the Police or the
Reservation folks."

After some seconds, Judy began crying, unable to stop herself from
thinking about what her baby Soo Yan-O is going through. In this
cold darkness. With Police after her. Possibly using dogs... she
thought of other Indian girls whose lovely skin is permanently
marred with scars from Police-dog bites. On men, they merely looked
like a Warrior's battle scars. But they did not belong on a girl
or maiden.

Judy then forced herself from crying. She stood up and ripped off
her clothes. The clothes were some of non-Indian style. "I'm NOT
gonna DEFILE MY BODY with these accursed White society rags!"

She violently through them into a corner. Then she turned to Alex,
"And I want you to take those off too! I can see why you rejected
your life as a White man. It's very commendable! But don't you
defile your body either with their wicked products!"

Alex stood up and stripped off the clothes that he put on for
respectability earlier. Leaving only his denim shorts on, he
wondered if she would order those off too. He tried sitting back
down... all okay. Judy just didn't want to see any standard white
society objects or styles at all. Even though manufactured by White
men's factories, Alex's hippie clothes were fine.

At least Judy's silver thong that she was stripped down to now was
not United States made. It was made in France, and Judy knew it as
well, since Alex had told her. He had made a small deal about it
yaking away; remember, Daughter Soo Yan- O, her nick name, "Oriel",
being a French name, IS one quarter FRENCH.

Her brief temper flare burned out, Judy sat back down tightly next
to Alex. Her body, bare except for the silver French thong (no
top), felt warm and soothing to Alex, her skin directly on his.

After a few moments of silence except for some guy, far away
sounding, yapping away on the ham receiver about his antenna
problems and high S.W.R., Alex attempted some questions about Soo
Yan-O's Father. Up to now, he had assumed it was the same old
boring story... some guy sacks up with a pretty young Indian maiden
then takes off, never to be seen again. But this particular Father,
half Korean, half French, perhaps required just a LITTLE asking
about.....

Judy WAS willing to talk about him. It took her mind off her
worries... some. But she did not know all that much either.

"I don't know why I am the way I am... every chance I got... you
know, I'm just... I'm horny all the time! If a guy is good looking
and seems to like me, I just melt... Anyway, I was in Durango, and
stopped at a burger place for hamburgers. I took it and ate out
side. Then I saw this good looking guy, he was in a dark blue
suit... I kept looking at him. Then once his eyes caught mine
looking. And he smiled... he had cute dark eyes, dark brown or
black hair and just... something about the face... Any way he got
a hamburger too and sat down at an outside picnic table. I kept my
eye on him for a while, and when I saw there wasn't anybody sitting
with him, I got up, went over and sat next to him. He was surprised
to see me come, but he smiled, and accepted my company. He was also
surprised I could speak English. He didn't quite know just what I
was. He was from Korea; he didn't know about American Indians and
all that. ..... He said his Mom had sex with a French Sailor or
something so that's why he's one-half French."
"I wonder if this French Sailor knew of his son?"
"He said that his Mom said no. It was just another case of Sailors
or other travelers having sex with pretty Korean girls. Just once,
then they're gone for good. And that was the case with, let's see,
his name... Chay Dak Moon, I believe... Anyway, I never saw him
again either. ..... Anyway, that day, I kept clinging to him
wanting attention. I guess I can be a bother to a man sometimes.
Anyway, he was a business man. He was going to be in town for three
more nights considering land to build a Korean product factory in
this country. But I guess he didn't approve the land because
nothing ever came of it.

Anyway I spent the night with him all three nights in his hotel
room. And I'll be honest with you, we screwed and screwed. I
couldn't get enough. When he left for good, I cried a lot. He did
everything proper. He used condoms. But when screwing, that first
night, I was too rough and the condom ripped. Then that happened
again the third night once. But we both thought that it would
probably be okay. Anyway, you can guess the rest. Many days after
he left, it turned out I WAS pregnant, and that was Soo Yan-O..."

Her voice cracked as she began to cry again. After regaining
composure, she concluded, "Soo Yan-O is NOT an Indian name. I
studied things Korean at the library and asked around about Korean
names. Finally I found out about a Korean-United States Friendship
club in Denver. I called them and got them to mail me a list of
girl's names and boy's names in Korean. When she was born and saw
she was a girl, I name her Soo Yan-O. And, oh yeah! Something else
I want to point out. Many times I have heard of Indian Sisters
going to the White man's hospital to give birth, and those butchers
claim she need C- section, but they go in and take out her womb
entirely. It's just another way White society is trying to kill
off Indians and prevent more from coming. I've also heard they
don't take care of Indian babies very well."
"Yes, I have read of this. It's disgusting, what they do. Somebody
aught to cut those Doctors' balls off, or if a woman, should take
her womb out! See how THEY like it!"
"So I absolutely and completely and adamantly refused to go into
a hospital. I'm a big woman, so I carried well. I figured when I
gave birth, I could handle it. So I did. I had Indian Nurse Maids
and my Mother and people like that, right there safe, in MY house,
on the Reservation! To HELL with the White hospital!"
"BRAVO, YES, YES! I certainly would agree!" Alex stuck out his
thumb, upward, in a gesture of complete agreement.

"My baby came into a world of adoring faces, in the quiet, familiar
surroundings of home. I gave birth well, and Soo Yan-O was as
strong a baby as any they had seen, they said."


The Ute Indians had organized a search party for Soo Yan-O. They
were FAR MORE skillful and experienced in tracking and finding
somebody in the desert wilderness than the Police. If the Utes
found Soo Yan-O first, they could and would hide her. The Ute
Search team consisted of 70 percent men, the rest women. They
called Judy Strong-Girl and Alex over their mobile phone radio.
Alex offered to join the search party but they said no. They did
not say it, but a White man, unfamiliar with the territory, would
have just been in the way. Also, Judy begged him to stay with her.
And Judy was unfit for searching as well in her distressed
condition. Not to mention, Judy and Alex wanted to keep a vigil on
that ham radio receiver... for just in case, as Alex said.