Oriel, part 5
by Joe Rathbun
SOO YAN-O, YOUNGEST HOBO AND DEVELOPING AMAZON

Let's go back a few days and see up close, just what that up and
coming little Amazon Warrior went through.

We'll join her right after she jumped through the second story
window of the mission school.

As was mentioned, the Nuns made her wear a long cloak or robe,
because they thought she was lewdly dressed in her brief
short-shorts with the fly always flapping open. She did not like
the cloak, but it helped her escape.

With a deft, somersaulting leap out a second story window, the
limber and resilient Soo Yan-O landed, sprang and rolled after
hitting the ground. She had pulled the cloak over her head while
breaking through the window. With school custodians scrambling down
stairs, she deftly climbed the school fence with the agility of a
squirrel, and then was out of there. The cloak kept catching on the
top of the fence, but she freed and kept the cloak. In a flash, she
planned two uses of the cloak.

Knowing the Police would be after her, although she did not know
yet she had killed that guy, (the Police were used after her first
escape) the fact she was wearing the cloak would perhaps confuse
identification. She planned to later toss the cloak aside.

And she had a second use of the cloak that will be seen later.

She ran behind the school grounds and its fenced in area. Behind
stretched a wilderness of desert. With dusk well in place, the sun
was set and only evening blues with some rich reds and oranges, now
fading, toward the west, remained. She ran into the wilderness,
first entering a dry gully, and running along it a ways.

She ran a considerable distance then stopped to rest. She felt hot,
despite the cool of evening. She already had the cloak off, but
kept it, folded, with her. She planned a use for it.

She found a type of cactus that she and other Utes knew was juicy
and nourishing. The thorns had to be negotiated, but once picked
off and split open, the juicy flesh of the cactus provided water
and energy-food. She was eluding searchers the way she did before;
by running AWAY from the Ute Reservation rather than towards it as
they would assume. Last time, she remembered, after a few days, she
circled way around, taking a couple days of traveling at night and
resting by day, finally arriving at the Reservation's town early
one morning. But she planned a different course this time as she
sat, munching on the cactus.

She was fed up with the situation here. She was not that well
accepted by her piers. Oh yes, as mentioned earlier, Soo Yan-O
quickly crushed the teasing that was coming her way, by use of her
physical superiority. In fear of the specter of Soo Yan-O's fists,
body-slams, "claws" and teeth, they left her alone. But TOO alone.
She had few friends. She was a half-blood, not all Indian.

No one, not even herself, knew why she was so big other than her
Mother was big. Also, according to her Mother, that half Korean,
half French business man was tall as well, about 6-foot-1 or more.

Judy Strong-Girl did not know, either, why SHE was so big. Judy's
stature of just over six feet at 180 pounds is much bigger than the
typical Ute Woman. Judy Strong-Girl was part of a continuing blood
line of Utes having large stature. Their Indian names always
carried the theme of bulk or strength; as can be seen from "Strong
Girl" of Judy's name.

Soo Yan-O and her Mother are considered highly libidinous
individuals, always dressing suggestively. Judy Strong-Girl was
forever looking for men to have sex with. Even daughter Soo Yan-O
experienced sex already.

Some kids taunted Soo Yan-O that even her Mother was not all Ute,
for her unusual size suggested a blood-line from another source.
Some kids said they had the blood of the Sasquatch Ape in them!
They called Soo Yan-O's Mother the Sasquatch Lady. Kids CAN over-do
it sometimes in their teasing.

She planned NOT to go back to the Reservation. Soo Yan-O was well
aware of her status as a girl of unusual size, and one that was
developing way ahead of others. She knew she could, at any time,
pass herself off as 21 years old. As she sat in the quiet of the
desert, the stars coming out as evening gave way to night, she
planned: "I will go to a big city, say I'm 21 and dance in night
clubs. Those girls make a lot of money. I will get my own house.
Then I will invite Mom and Dad to join me. And a boy friend too."

From television and magazines, she knew of the night-club dancer's
life, or the gist of it anyway. She also had the idea that
California was a good destination. She heard they accept any race
in the big cities there, depending on the circumstances.

Then she turned her concentration on how to execute her plan.

Hopping a west-bound train would be great, but there are none here.
To the north there is a west-east oriented highway, a route 160.
Perhaps, in order to get to a place with a rail-yard, a truck would
suffice...

Sitting, all alone in the desert, Soo Yan-O had not the time to be
afraid, as most people would. She knew the desert wilderness
anyway. The crescent moon was up, and along with clear desert air
causing the stars to shine bright, she could find her way.

After eating a few more cacti, she began following her plan. She
headed north, toward the highway. North was a good direction
anyway, for it was AWAY from the Reservation, and therefore away
from the searchers.

She twisted the cloak until it was like a rope, then tied it around
her waist. This was to free up her arms for jogging. And jog she
did. Her acute night vision enabled her to avoid stepping on
cactus. She was bare-footed, as she has been all her life. She
needed only avoid the cactus. Her feet were tough enough to shrug
off stepping on the many pebbles and small stones on the desert
ground.

She jogged steadily, not fast, but at a good pace for two hours.
Finally, she could see the trucks on the highway ahead. She
increased her pace to a full run. She was in a hurry to get there
and begin execution of her plan. Having two lanes, it was not that
big of a highway. The very few cars shared the highway with as many
trucks. She knew the highway would join interstate 25 that would
lead to Denver, Colorado. Denver should have a big train-yard, for
sure, she surmised.

Most passing cars or trucks were separated by a lull of at least a
few minutes in between. She waited until, as the night grew late,
there were not so many cars. The traffic dwindled down to almost
all long-haul 16 or 18-wheel trucks. Then she put that cloak she
has been dragging around to use.

Hiding behind stones and clumps of cactus, she filled the cloak
with dried grass. She formed it to roughly resemble a person. It
needed not be an accurate likeness. In head lights, it would look
like somebody. She had to use her head-band and ribbons in the ends
of her braids to tie the thing up and hold its stuffing of grass
inside. Without the ribbons, her braids soon unraveled. That was
okay, it would even further confuse attempts at identification.
Using her hands, Soo Yan-O helped her braids more quickly unravel,
leaving her hair in a simple, long, flowing style.

Only for trucks, Soo Yan-O placed the "dummy" next to the pavement,
on the shoulder. NOT for cars. Cars might be Police cars. Besides,
cars were of no use to her plan. She was NOT going to hitch-hike.
She knew it was risky, plus some prude might turn her in. She could
easily tell if the approaching vehicle was a truck; droning of
diesel engines and singing of 16 or 18 wheels were sure
give-a-ways.

In the headlights, the dummy indeed resembled somebody perishing by
the road side. Sharp eyed Truckers, or Truckers scared of
hijackers, only slowed. Some slowed enough for Soo Yan-O to jump
the truck, but not those first few trucks which had fully enclosed
trailers. She needed a truck pulling a "flat-bed" trailer. Some
trucks stopped. In all cases, the trucks that stopped would not be
able to stop until they had passed the dummy a ways. Soo Yan-O
waited up the road a piece from the dummy for that reason.

Trucks with fully enclosed trailers were unusable. The only place
to hop such a truck would be on its trailer hitch area, just behind
the cab. That would be dangerous, and a passing motorist or Police
car could see her. It had to be a flat bed trailer, the kind used
to carry big generators, bull-dozers and the like. An open topped
trailer like used for hauling heads of lettuce would also be okay
but a flat-bed was best.

It took several tries, again and again placing that dummy out, then
hauling it back again so that car-drivers would not see it. It sort
of resembled casting hook and line again and again as in fishing,
especially "fly" fishing. Fortunately, there were not that many
cars. Sometimes up to seven 18-wheel trucks would pass before there
was a car. Since what was behind the headlights could not be seen,
every car had to be suspected of being a Police car. A Policeman,
upon seeing the dummy, would surely stop and look for the teen-age
pranksters that he would surely assume were responsible. Even if
Soo Yan-O carefully avoided being spotted, the Policeman would
remove the dummy.

Finally, after three hours of this, her diesel steed of the night
finally arrived.

It was one of those Truckers that only slowed. It was perfect! The
flat bed trailer held a tremendous, gigantic electrical
transformer. Two of them actually. There would be plenty of places
to hide.

However, it was only slowing. She would have to act and think fast.
She heard the air-brakes - the truck slowed way down - she got
ready - she strained her eyes peering in the cab of the truck to
see if there were two truckers; the right-seat trucker might see
her. But there was only one. Like a 5-foot-3, 115 pound little
cougar waiting to pounce its prey, she waited, her young, limber
muscles tense, behind a rock.

She heard the air-brakes release, and the gears meshed - she heard
the engine become engaged to its load as it roared, straining under
the weight of those transformers. Apparently a sharp-eyed Trucker,
he saw that the "person" on the side of the road was just a dummy,
and continued his haul.
Like the cougar, Soo Yan-O bounded out for the truck. Running
strong and fast, she caught up with the truck before it had the
chance to accelerate out of the range of a 5-foot-3 athlete capable
of 25 miles per hour on foot. A final leap, and Soo Yan-O was
clinging on a protuberance of the rear transformer. She was in! She
climbed over it, nimble and sure, and finally settled her lithe,
high-performance body between the two transformers and into the
cooling fins of the rear-facing side of the front transformer.

It was perfect. She could not be seen from the road or by the
Trucker. Between the two transformers and between the large cooling
fins, she was protected from the fierce wind caused by the truck's
speed of over 70 miles per hour. It was even fairly comfortable. She
sat on the base of the transformer, her back against its body. She
would not have to worry about falling off if she fell asleep.

Finally Soo Yan-O could relax. She planned her next moves. It was
going to be different now. Until now, she had been dealing with
land and conditions she knew by rote. But if she heads for Denver,
she would be at the definite disadvantage of not knowing the place.
She could read maps. That would help. At least the goal was simple.
Find an article of clothing to cover her breasts, find the
train-yard, and hop a major west-bound train.

As she sat there in the fins of that transformer, on a flat bed
trailer of a truck going 75 miles per hour, a definite breeze
whipped about her. It felt good. Bare-footed, with free flowing,
long black hair, she was only a few square inches of cloth away
from total nudity. The worn out denim short-shorts were skimpy to
the extreme, and the fly kept coming open. She knew very well she
had to get something to wear on top. Around the Ute Reservation, it
was okay. Although many considered her lustful and lewd, and a
suggestive dresser, it was no big deal. But Soo Yan-O was
completely aware of some White people's hypocritical and prude
nature.

Somehow, someway, she had to get a shirt or blouse, anything to go
on top. In Denver, she would have to wait until day then ask
directions to the train-yard. She would take advantage of her
female charms that were already developing to get information out
the train-yard workers about which track goes to where.

She had not a cent for either clothing or food. So she sat between
the two transformers planning out just how to go about that first,
sticky problem, finding a blouse or shirt, when she arrives in
Denver.

Later, the truck Soo Yan-O was riding the trailer of began to climb
Wolf Creek pass. A pass of over 10,000 feet, the Trucker had to tap
into his lowest gears to struggle up. Descending into San Luis
Valley, the truck had to, again, struggle up another pass, the over
9000-foot La Veta Pass. Then the truck approached and entered the
town of Walsenburg. Later, the truck arrived at interstate 25. If
the truck turned north, it would go to Denver.

Before getting on the highway, the Trucker pulled his rig into an
area full of other parked big rigs. It was a Trucker's restaurant,
and the Trucker of Soo Yan-O's rig was going in. Soo Yan-O squeezed
herself tightly into the transformer's fins to make sure and not be
seen. "Her" Trucker backed his rig in between two others. The two
others had fully enclosed trailers. So on either side of her
flat-bed trailer were big aluminum walls! That was good, she would
be well hidden.

The engine silent, the Trucker walked on in to the restaurant, off
a piece. Carefully, Soo Yan-O climbed up a transformer, and peered
over it. She checked to see if there was any chance she could grab
a shirt or blouse somewhere. It did not look promising. Large
expanses of flood-lit parking lot separated any of the buildings in
this area around the I-25 entrance ramps; restaurants and hotels
mostly. No luck, she would have to wait for Denver.

She worried if the truck would head north. The Trucker took his
time. Finally, apparently after a meal and lots coffee, the Trucker
came back. Soo Yan-O heard the diesel engine wake up. The truck
pulled out.

Winding around, the truck finally entered a ramp to interstate 25.
To her relief, the truck took the ramp for I-25 north. That was it!
She was practically in Denver now. Now on an interstate highway,
the truck would make good time.

With the truck up to speed and well under way, Soo Yan-O settled in
for a long while now. Denver was a good ways off. With her back
against the transformer's body, sitting on its base between its
fins, she nodded off to sleep.

Indeed, Soo Yan-O is quite hardy. There she was, in the dark of
night and chilly air swirling about her, practically naked,
sleeping on cold, hard metal!




The shifting around, jostling and change in sound of the truck
leaving the interstate highway and entering Denver's streets, plus
air that had become much chillier woke Soo Yan-O up. Groggy and
coming out of sleep, she DID feel chilly now. She wished she was
back home, with Mom and Alex on the other end of the the cabin from
her bed, and herself snug under the covers of that bed. She rubbed
her bare arms with her hands for warmth.

It was still black dark as the truck rolled its way through
Denver's streets. Now was the time, she had to do something about
finding a shirt and going about finding and hopping a train. The
truck would sometimes come to a complete stop, however brief, for
red-lights. The streets were empty of cars and devoid of people on
the sidewalks. But she had no idea where to jump off. Where could
she find a shirt? This was turning into a greater hassle than she
thought. "Dam, stupid society of the White man!" she thought, "why
so unfair; if men can go without shirts, why can't women!?"

She just could not think of where at all possible at this time of
night she could find a shirt. She had to do something quick, the
truck appeared to be making its way out of down-town and onto roads
that would lead to the suburbs. Perhaps the transformers were to be
delivered at some huge plant outside of Denver. "THE TRANSFORMERS!"
her thoughts crashed in suddenly, "They're so big... those red
flags... maybe I can... well, it's the only thing I can think of!"

She thought of the red cloth squares tied to either side, toward
the rear, of the rear transformer. Required by law for extremely
wide loads such as these transformers, the two red squares offered
a possibility. Perhaps she could fashion them into clothes of a
sort...

She checked first to make sure nobody was following. Then with
limber agility, she climbed over the rear transformer to the back
of the flat-bed trailer. Sure enough, there were the flags. The
truck moving slowly, she climbed over to the right side first, to
be sure the Trucker would not see. She untied it, then over to the
left side and off with that one too. She waited for the truck to be
stopped by a red-light. When it slowed, off she bounded, two red
flags in hand.

Soo Yan-O was still in downtown. Her bare feet ran on unfamiliar,
and cold ground. Denver is quite a bit chillier than the extreme
south-west Colorado she was accustomed to. With the action,
however, her chills were gone. She found a place away from view
between two buildings, and lit by a street-lamp just across the
street from that alley, and sat. She began to put together an
outfit that would at least get her through the day...

She actually needed only one red cloth square, but she needed the
strings off the second one. Each square had strings attached to two
adjacent corners to enable tieing to an object. Using her teeth,
Soo Yan-O broke off the strings to one square and tied them through
holes she poked through, using her finger-nails, in the two
stringless corners of the other cloth square. This resulted in one
red cloth square with a string attached to all four corners.

She placed it over her body oriented with a corner next to her
throat, the opposite corner on her tummy, and the two other
opposing corners under her arms. She placed the string from the
corner just under her throat around her neck and tied it. She tied
the strings from the corners under her arms behind her back, a feat
that required all her 12 to 13 year-old flexibility. She intended
to tie the string coming off the corner over her tummy around her
waist, but it could not quite get around even her very slender
waist. Breaking off excess string from the string around her neck
and tieing the extension to the string around her waist
accomplished her goal.

So in just a few moments of time, Soo Yan-O, on her own, managed a
not bad looking little top for herself. With her grungy old denim
short-shorts, and that skimpy, rag-tag looking top, she had a
grungy, rough and ready sexy look.

The only thing left to do now was wait until day light, where she
would ask directions to the train-yard, and from there, which track
goes to California. She found a hidden, dark place to sleep. So
with her back against a brick wall, sitting on the cold ground of
an alley, the hardy Soo Yan-O slept through the rest of a chilly
Denver late-spring night, with no covers at all.




Honking of vehicle horns echoing into the alley finally woke Soo
Yan-O up. The day was fully light now, with a royal-blue sky
over-head. She felt HUNGRY. And with out a cent, that posed another
problem.

She emerged unto the sidewalk scene feeling just a little
self-conscious of herself. She DID draw some looks from people,
especially men. After all, the men saw a delightful sight! At
5-foot-3 and 115 lithe pounds, her lovely bronze tan skin and long
flowing black hair was just a beginning reason to look. Her ragged,
sexy top, and worn out denim short-shorts with the fly partially
open was another reason for a man to gawk with lust. And even with
out such intention, her body had a sensuous wiggle as she walked
along a sidewalk of Denver's down-town in her bare feet, looking
around with bright, big brown eyes.

But being the '70s, and in a section of down-town Denver that was
just a tad rough, her attire had competition. Hippie types were all
around, and although not quite as extreme as Soo Yan-O's, their
attire was quite noticeable in its roughness as well. In fact, Soo
Yan-O, looking like the Indian she was, and Indians were popular
among the hippies of that day, received quite a few smiles,
gestures and other expressions of approval from the hippie folk.

Anyway, at least for the problem of getting something to eat, Soo
Yan-O knew what to do.

It did not take many tries at all until she found a restaurant and
bar that would hire her, paid in tips only, as a scantly dressed
waitress. With her sexy, wild-little-creature-look, many a Manager
wanted her as an attraction to bring the customers in. Three places
wanted her to begin that evening. She accepted the first place that
wanted her to begin right away, and would give her a brief meal. It
did not take much to get the Manager of the place, his heart
already in a state of melt down over this wild little Soo Yan-O, to
allow her a meal before she began her duties as waitress for the
noon crowd.

Soo Yan-O assumed that Manager would let her use one of their
Waitress uniforms, but he just wanted her to wait in what she had
on; Yes, that top made of a wide-load-clearance-flag, and
short-shorts that wouldn't stay zipped. As a waitress she was
inefficient and awkward due to no experience. But the usual
clientele of mostly men, ranging from un-skilled laborers to office
workers, loved her. Their hearts taken by her sweet voice and
innocent demeanor, the guys seemed to vie for who could produce the
biggest tip for her.

They all tipped well accept for one who accidentally ran across her
nasty temper. When he grabbed her and forced her on his lap,
clenched teeth an a small but powerful fist into one eye is the
last he saw for a while! The other guys enjoyed THAT show and
cheered her on! The little cat was cute and pretty, but as with all
cats, one best NOT cross them!

Hopefully, those guys have a good memory, for that afternoon is all
they ever saw of Soo Yan-O. After the noon crowd dissipated, she
had a sizable hand-full of money, and was good to go. And she DID
go.

With her money in a brown paper bag, she needed to purchase some
things. It was to an Out-Doors-Sporting-Goods store she went, to
acquire some things to make her travels easier. A back-pack,
sleeping bag, various other assorted things, a white cotton
tank-top t-shirt, maps of wilderness areas and general purpose
maps, and finally, (gulp), a big hunting knife, with a serrated
blade of some nine inches!

The maps gave Soo Yan-O an idea. Although the Sporting-Store did
not have the map she wanted, directions to a Map-Specialty store
assisted in her finding a detailed map of rail-road lines, complete
with their names. It would be a great help in asking around for a
freight train to California once she arrived at the rail-yard. And
the rail-yard was next after one more item to purchase.

A white mini skirt is not usually associated with out-doors sports
or being a hobo. A skirt or dress restricts walking unless of
course, it is so short, that the legs are completely free. Bought
for a price reduced for a clearance sale, Soo Yan-O felt
comfortable wearing it, and assumed it was better than her old
short-shorts that kept coming open. With no underwear, anything...
or anybody... on the ground had an unrestricted view when she
walked over.

A shapely 5-foot-3, bronze tan gal with long, black hair and
wearing white mini-skirt and tank top did not have much trouble in
milking information out of guys. A Worker of the Denver rail-yard
freely gave information about the track she wanted and what time
the freight trains on it come and go.

The train was still being loaded. About after 8 P.M. it was
supposed to pull out. To prevent from being seen by any authority,
she would wait until the train began to move before making HER
move. She carefully hid herself, then relaxed, even slept some
while she waited for that night.



It was getting dark, the sun was already behind the Rocky mountains
to the west, where the train was pointed. Just over the silhouette
of the Rockies were evening colors of deep orange, orange, yellow
with pastel light green and blue giving way to deep blue over-head.
Soo Yan-O eyed the various box cars carefully.

She waited for the train to begin moving, and gain a little speed.
Then out she sprang like a little cougar for the kill. She heard,
"HEY YOU! GET OFF OUT OF HERE! STAY AWAY FROM THE TRAIN!" But she
ignored what ever security guard's warning that was, and zipped on
for her box car of choice. Running along, beside the box car, her
teeny skirt freely giving way to shapely, well muscled legs doing
their job, she had no trouble keeping up. A final leap, and she was
in!

But in with three others! A gravelly voice from behind startled
her. "Looks like we're gonna have some fun tonight, doesn't it!"
Around she turned and saw a grizzly looking fellow, leering at her.
Another man of similar appearance did not say anything, and did not
smile, just stood there. A third man had a smooth, young looking
face; perhaps a teenager. He was sitting, quietly, on some crates.

"Leave me alone!" Soo Yan-O warned. "Oh, I'll leave you alone, for
now!" Then he backed up and sat, along with the other one. The
three sat on one end of the box car on crates, and Soo Yan-O sat on
the floor toward the other end, with the crates behind her. The
crates had been loaded starting from either end, leaving the area
around the box-car doors clear.

Soo Yan-O knew what he was waiting for. She had a plan, which, in
order to execute, she had to wait for the same thing.

The train accelerated slowly, and cleared the rail-yard. Various
neighborhoods and zones of Denver glided by as the train rolled
westward. The buildings were giving way to farm-land, and the
speed, a good 40 miles an hour now.

Soo Yan-O was nervous, but tried not to show it as she pretended to
be absorbed by the scenery out side. The scenery WAS nice, and she
had hoped for a pleasant ride. She had not expected the un-savory
company. Finally the "gentleman" made his move.

"Let's have ourselves a look, AND a feel of this luscious
creature!" To his surprise, Soo Yan-O did not back away, but laid
back, and looked at him. She propped herself up on her elbows, a
very relaxed-looking posture. She even propped up one leg, drawing
her foot in so that her knee was pointing upward. And the leg she
did this with was the leg on the side of the crates at her end of
the box car. With the other leg laying, and her body oriented at an
angle with her feet closest to the doors and the ruffians' end of
the box car, and her head toward the crates on her end, the grungy
looking fellow had a good view of her well formed vagina under that
teeny skirt, uncovered by any under-wear.

"Look at that! Wow! She's inviting us!" The other man of similar
appearance warned, "Watch out, she's up to something..."

She pouted her lips and looked at the fellow that issued the
warning. Then she looked at the other one coming toward her, and
pursed her lips, "throwing" him a kiss. "Oh boy!" he said, "This
gonna be fun!" and began tugging at his belt, and removing pants.

It has to be said, that Soo Yan-O has had sex a few times before,
but with select Indian boys. The thought of this dirty stinking
piece of filth sticking anything of his into her was revolting to
her. But of course, that was not her plan. Pants down, with a dirty
"hard-one" waving around, he began to lower himself down. Her one
leg was already in place. "Wait!" she said. She raised her other
knee by drawing her foot in. Just think of the heavenly sight that
filthy fellow had! Her knees up and legs spread, a well formed,
prominent "mound of vulva" invited him in...

WHOMP! RIGHT IN THE BALLS! A pair of small but tough feet powered
by strong, shapely legs slammed into his crotch, launching him.
"OOF!" exhaled the scum-ball, as he half flew, half rolled OUT THE
BOX CAR DOORS. The other one looked aghast at the sight of his
partner hurtling out, and slamming onto the ground whizzing by at
45 miles per hour. He hit the ground with an accompanying loud
"OWFF!" as the force knocked the breath out of him. The muffled
sound of breaking bones could be heard. The last of his partner the
other ruffian saw was his partner's body rolling violently off the
raised rail-way and into some stones at its base.

The peach-fuzz lipped teen-age boy stood up as well, to have a look
as the ruffian partner turned to Soo Yan-O and began to holler,
"YOU FILTHY, MURDERING BITCH! I'LL SHOW YOU JUST - AAWWWW!!!" he
doubled over in excruciating pain as the entire 9 inches of awful,
serrated blade entered his side, driven by both hands of Soo Yan-O
who had sprang to her feet, and lunged toward him with out warning
and with out waiting for his reaction. She did not have to wait.
She knew very well what he was going to do.

The blade pulled out, it dripped with blood and even had a piece of
flesh on it. She held it in one hand. The teen-aged boy watched,
almost hypnotized by the blade's waving around as Soo Yan-O pushed
with her feet and kicked at the downed, would-be attacker. Blood
spewed forth from a vicious cut in his side which made him appear
partially splayed like beginning a butchering process.

Soo Yan-O finally grabbed the edge of the box car door and held as
she pushed with her feet at the filth on the floor. He was still
thrashing about, even hollering, "DAM YOU, BITCH" and such. But she
finally did it; with her feet she pulled him next to the box car
doors and with a final kick, sent him flying to the rail-way bed,
zooming by below. Another "OWFF!" and the sickening thud of body
smashing into ground with the muffled crack of bones, and Soo Yan-O
was rid of her threats!

There remained that teen-aged boy. All during this fray he stayed
in the back-ground. And now he stepped back, getting away from
those doors! He stepped back, until his back was to the crates. He
was taller that Soo Yan-O, but a little skinny, and had not near
the fighting nature in him to confront this clearly tougher woman
with the knife. The knife, bloodied and with a piece of flesh stuck
on it, was still in her hand. She stood spread legged, a fighting
stance, and looked at him. Not a glare, not a mean look, just,
looked, to see what he was going to do if anything. She was well
aware that he had stayed out of this.

A white, blue-eyed, blond haired teen-age boy, he probably never
saw the like before. He stared, with fear, at this tough, knife
wielding gal of dark complexion standing there, ready. The wind
blew her black hair streaming across her face, her brown eyes
observed him closely.

"Please don't hurt me!" he pleaded, "I just want to get home! They
were going to rape me too... or something! They were dragging me
along..."
"How can a man rape another man!?" asked Soo Yan-O sternly.
"Well, something LIKE a rape! They were making me go with them."
"Okay! Just sit down. Sit! I won't hurt you if you leave me alone."

The blond boy let himself sink to the floor, back against the
crates, obediently sitting as commanded.

Soo Yan-O finally gave up her fighting stance and picked up some
straw from the floor to wipe off her knife's blade. She threw the
bloodied straw out the doors. She replaced the knife back into its
sheath. Neither of those two vanquished ruffians had noticed, since
they were too absorbed with a dark, shapely body in white tank-top
and mini-skirt, that across her bare tummy was a plain belt that
held the sheath for the knife. Well, that teen-age boy noticed it
now!

Soo Yan-O sat also, back to the crates, and settled for a nice,
scenic train ride through the Rockies, with only a scared teen-aged
boy, practically quivering at her feet. She gazed at the passing
scenery. She looked at him. If she looked, his eyes went downward,
afraid to confront this Lady Warrior, even with eyes. She felt he
was kind of cute...

"You say you're going home?"
He looked up, surprised that she would speak to him about anything
other than warnings.
"Yes"
"From where? Why are you not at home in first place?"

Knowing how nice White kids have it, she had no idea why one of
them would leave home.

"I just ran away, that's all. I got tired of my Parents always
telling me what to do, what I did wrong, and always fussing about
my music. I went by bus to Virginia, but didn't know what to do.
When I called Daddy, he said all is okay, and to come home. I had
run out of money, but I didn't want to use any more of his money,
so I told him I'm okay. Then I wanted to jump on freight trains,
like I heard about, and get home. Then I ran into those two..."
"You spoiled brat, idiot-fool! Your Parents were just trying to
teach you right from wrong. And as to your music, couldn't you just
use head phones?"
"Well I... I... won't do it again. If I can just get home..."
"Where's your home?"
"Sanfrancisco"
"I'll stay with you until Anaheim and protect you. From there
you'll have to be on your own, but Sanfrancisco isn't far after
that. You should be okay."
"Protect me?"
"Well, sort of. Teach you how to stay out of trouble anyway. Seems
like to me you don't know what you're doing. I'm sorry if I scared
you. Until I knew, I had no way of telling if you were going to
come at me next."
"Huh! NO WAY! Boy, you Mexican Senoritas sure are fierce! I sure am
not..."
"I'm not Mexican!" she said sternly, "I'm Ute Indian!" she
informed, proudly.

"An Indian! Hey cool! That explains it! Man, the way you got rid of
those two, you must be some kind of Warrior or something."
"Yeah, or something! And it's not by choice. Seems like if you're
born an Indian, whether man or woman, you're automatically a
warrior, no choice! The stupid White society and their gaul-damned
churches have seen to that!"
"Don't cuss out the church like that man, God will get you..."
"I'm not cussing out anything about God, on the contrary, I along
with other Indians, am very reverent towards God, and His art-work,
nature. I only cuss out those damned shits that are constantly
trying to do away with us Indians! They carry high the Cross Of
Jesus but do the work of satan! If I had my way at all, or had any
influence, I wipe 'em off the face of this Earth! Not being Indian,
and not living close to Indian Reservations or around them, you
just don't know....."

She scolded and fumed about White establishment religion for quite
a while before she finally vented her anger against them. After
all, she had to escape the law, she spent a harrowing night on the
flat-bed trailer of a truck, spent the night as a street person,
had to become a hobo and got sexually attacked ALL BECAUSE of the
actions of over-bearing religious prudes! Soo Yan-O could right now
be playing her new organ, still be with her Mother and "assumed"
Father, and just being what a 13 year-old girl should be.....




After a while, after Soo Yan-O calmed down, the teen-age boy
finally felt it was safe enough to ask, "You say you need to teach
me some things. That could be, but there is one thing I should
teach you: That mini-skirt and t-shirt of yours are not good
clothes for a hobo! I read a book by a woman who rode the rails as
a hobo just to find out what it was like, and she said she dressed
as a man, and a ragged one at that! Maybe you should consider..."
"I AM NOT A HOBO! I was FORCED here by those shit damned church
rats! I am going to dress like this JUST TO ASSERT that I'm not a
hobo AND to DEFY those STUPID CHURCH IDIOTS! Since these kinds of
clothes seem to bother them so, then I wear them JUST FOR THAT
REASON!"

She calmed a bit then continued, "Anyway, I am just traveling to
Los Angeles to become a dancer, and that's it! I had to get away
from those church shits! They were about to drive me crazy! And if
any more gaul-damned shit-heads try to rape me again, THEY TOO will
feel this knife inside them!"... as she spoke, she pulled that
knife out and waved it in a threatening manner in the air.

The teen-age boy backed off a bit and decided not to talk anymore
about churches, her clothing or anything else like that. It was
like poking a stick against a hornet's nest! She continued to
grumble a while, saying things like, "Dam those damned church
people! Dam those Nuns for putting me into this situation. Missed
my birthday... I miss my Mom and Dad... runnin' around jumpin'
trains and gettin' attacked... DAM them TO HELL!....."




Indeed, running around, jumping trains... Another hassle was coming
up for her, and that was Salt Lake City in Utah. In their big and
complicated train-yard, they would have to leave this train and
jump another headed for Los-Angeles. That meant more evading
rail-yard security, more asking rail-yard workers what track and
train goes to where, and, upon jumping a box car, there might be
more sleazy types already there.

Soo Yan-O was learning fast... about the hobo life and to hate,
with red-faced intensity, the Church Nuns and other associated that
caused her to be forced into this in first place. She wished she
could drag one of those black robed Nun-demons tripping over rail
after rail, asking leering-rail-yard worker after leering-rail-yard
worker for information, dodging rail-yard security, hiding in and
around train cars, and all under this burning hot Utah desert sun!
One of those black robes would be insufferably hot!

It was a LITTLE better with the teen-age boy with her, but not
much. In fact he slowed her down when it came to dodging security.
A guard almost caught them once because of the boy's lack of
"fugitive-sense", something she was well versed in by now.

Finally they found their train. Security in this rail-yard was
extra tight. No hobo just sat in a box car waiting while the train
sat still, like back in the Denver rail-yard. They could see armed
rail-yard security guards take a peek in the box-cars from time to
time. That was good in a way. This time, Soo Yan-O was guaranteed
there would not be any more surprises after boarding.
As their selected train began to move, Soo Yan-O and the boy waited
for it to gain a little speed, then, ZOOM! Out they run! The boy
was too slow. She spied two other hobos, grungy looking, running
for the same box-car. With Soo Yan-O's tough, shapely legs, she put
on a burst of speed that she had been holding back in consideration
for the boy. Leaving him behind, she easily beat those two scums,
who were already smiling that leering-type smile at her, even while
they were yet running.

Like a leaping wild-cat, she bound into the box-car. She just had
time to pull the box-car doors shut on the other side, preventing
unwanted company from entering THAT side. She WOULD have pulled the
doors shut on this side too but she was waiting up for that boy.
"DAMMIT, man! This isn't a Sunday stroll! Why doesn't he HURRY!"
she said out loud to herself. With him lagging behind, one of those
crums was about to climb aboard - WHAM! - a small but calloused
foot slammed squarely into his face driven by a powerful leg! The
slob tumbled, nearly running in to his partner.

The partner hollered, "You can't do that, bitch!" He grabbed hold
of the edge of the box-car door, greeted himself by that foot! But
he was expecting it, and grabbed it, nearly pulling Soo Yan-O out
with him. But tough and strong for her size, she held on, while the
crud held on to her leg, dragging the ground.

He looked up at her and hollered, "Get off bitch! Or I'll tear -
AWWWW!....." the last thing he saw has the point of a nine-inch
serrated blade coming straight for his eye! Seven inches of that
awful blade penetrated his skull, from eye socket on in.
Penetrating the brain, he dropped right away, slipping off the
blade. Even as he fell, blood shot from his eye-socket in pumping
spurts like some ghastly fountain! "HURRY!" Soo Yan-O called toward
the boy. The train was surpassing the typical man's running speed,
although possibly not Soo Yan-O's running speed.

Soo Yan-O reached way out with one hand, while the other clung to
the box-car doors. She grabbed his hand, and pulled mightily,
dragging him in. He rolled inward and finally settled in the middle
of the box-car floor, panting heavily.

The urgent part over, she once again picked up straw and litter off
the box car floor, and wiped off the blade of her knife of blood
and small globs of flesh stuck on the points of the serrated
blade's teeth.

"Golly, Man! That's the second or third time you've killed
somebody!"
"Yeah! Me the murderer! Because of those damn shits from the
church! I wish it was one of those damned Nuns whose eye-socket
that knife went into instead of him out there. Who knows, maybe he
wouldn't have been that bad. But I couldn't take chances. Both of
them were much bigger than I. I had to get rid of them while I had
the element of surprise on my side. Even with this knife, I don't
think I could have held both of them off. DAM THOSE CHURCH PEOPLE!
I hold THEM responsible for everything bad that has happened around
me! If it wasn't for them, I'D BE AT HOME NOW! ON my BIRTHDAY, With
MAMA, and... and..." her voice cracked and she began to cry,
sinking to her knees and backing up to the crates behind her.

Even that teen-age boy began to feel some hatred towards the church
that put her into this situation. Even as young as he, one can not
help but notice Soo Yan-O's intelligence, spirit, strength and
beauty... and all being wasted in this environment. He pitied her
as she sobbed, having been FORCED into this, while HE, the spoiled
White boy he is, had CHOSEN THIS, although now was backing out, on
the way home.

He tried to console her, "Those that you killed are just bums!
Nobody cares. If the Police do anything, they'll just say it was
some scuffle between bums and leave it at that. But I SWEAR! If it
comes to it, I WILL WITNESS on YOUR SIDE! I'll give you my phone
number. You CALL ME if you have too!"
"Okay, thanks" she said between sobs and sniffling.

After she calmed down, he pointed out one more thing. "Not now,
because MAN! I enjoy seeing you in that mini-skirt, but before we
get to Los Angeles, put these on..." he pulled out some of his
spare clothes from his back-pack. "You stand out like a sore thumb
in that white mini-skirt and t-shirt. There is a chance, a small
one, that the guy you only knocked off and then saw his partner
killed, might blab to the Police. He would have to admit he jumped
a train which is against the law. But just in case he does, there
might be a little chance, Police in Los Angeles might be looking
for a white-mini-skirted Indian Lady. Wear these, to look like a
man."

She interrupted, "I got it, I got it, I have an idea! If you really
want to help me... Can you give me those clothes?"
"Well, SURE! That's what I meant! They're just old clothes anyway."
"Okay, okay, I'll change to your clothes, then I'll rip up my mini
and t-shirt, and throw them off the track a piece! It'll look like
the 'white-mini-skirted Indian Lady', as you say, was attacked,
stripped naked, raped and body and clothes dumped off the train!
Then we get off in Las Vegas, you call your Dad, get some money,
and we ride the bus to Los Angeles and you on to San Francisco,
that way I can FOR SURE avoid any Police....."

With pleasure, the teenager made it so. After arriving in Las Vegas
and getting out of the train-yard, he called his parents with a
pay-telephone. He easily convinced his worrying Parents to send him
money via Western Union for what he said was one bus ticket for him
from Las Vegas to Sanfrancisco. But of course, it involved three
tickets, two for her and him to Los Angeles and the third for him
alone on to Sanfrancisco.



The bus actually took them to Anaheim, a part of Los Angeles. He
gave her his address, telephone number, and a little left over
money. He continued on home to Sanfrancisco.

Straight away Soo Yan-O went, for the nearest phone booth with
telephone book attached. A call to a large amateur radio supply
store got her the names of a number of "ham" clubs in town. She
called the clubs, looking for the first one she could find that had
a club meeting tonight.

She used almost all money she had left for meals. Fortunately, the
boy's clothes that she wore looked okay on her. They consisted of
pants, which she cut off with her knife to make them into cut-off
shorts. Due to her well built hips and butt, they fit snug despite
being sized for an older boy. She whacked the sleeves off the
shirt, solving the problem of them being too long for her. Her
developing breasts filled the shirt well. Thus she went through the
day merely resembling a hippie girl. Later, she spent a last few
dollars on a tank-top t-shirt in a clearance sale. Now she was well
equipped for the next stage in her plan.....



The ham radio club meeting that evening was over 90 percent men,
from teenagers to retired oldsters.

It didn't take long for her bronze-tan skin, flowing black hair,
curvaceous form appointed with cut-off shorts and revealing tank
top with nipples showing plainly through to reel a boy in! She had
several choices. Many boys and older men, including some one might
call geezers, came to her. But she was interested in the boys that
seemed more truly pre-occupied with ham radio; that is, perhaps,
the shyer, sincere types. To most of their delight, this Indian
beauty came to them. To some of them, too shy to meet girls at all,
it was the stuff of their best dreams.

It was with one of them, in whose car she rode to his home with
that night. Stipulating that he must not take anybody else, and
invite no one else while she was at his house, he submissively
agreed to this American Indian beauty. She wanted him alone not for
sex, but just to keep the balance of physical power in her favor.
Almost baby-faced, this boy has never faced a single hard-ship in
his life except perhaps for high-school exams... AND his ham
license exam! Being slightly taller than Soo Yan-O was no threat.
He was a little skinny, and un-honed. If it came to it, Soo Yan-O
could easily take him on.

Out of the ham club meeting at 9:30-ish, Soo Yan-O sat in the right
seat of a Lincoln Town Car driven by the young fellow, proud of the
lovely creature accompanying him. After she requested, he gladly
walked into a hamburger joint, ordered and dined on hamburgers and
fries IN the place itself with her. Normally, he would have taken
the fast-food meal home. Indeed, some of his school buddies got a
good look at that fine example of God's craftsmanship when it comes
to human females! About 10:30-ish they arrived to his Parent's
house.

His Parents were gone on a business trip. He was to look after the
house. And it was a big, nice one. Two stories with finished
basement, swimming pool, tennis court, and professionally done
interior and yard. His very bed room was as big as the entire home
Soo Yan-O and her Mother lived in. And it was equipped with the
latest in shiny new ham radio sets! At last, she knew now she could
contact her Mother and Alex.....

Soo Yan-O was eager to see if indeed she could call her Parents by
ham radio!

"Come on, Daniel, lets get those radios going! I gotta talk to my
parents! My Daddy always has his receiver sitting on 7.35
megacycles..."
"Okay, and what direction you say, East?"
"Yeah, Colorado, south-west Colorado!"
"All right. Just a minute while I swing the beam around to that
direction..."

Daniel, the young ham operator turned a knob, one of many on a fine
collection of ham gear. The devices sat on a nice, oak-wood bench.
He tuned this, adjusted that. The transmitter was ready to go right
away, since it was all solid state, including the finals. Alex's
transmitter had a tube-type final that required at least 30 seconds
"warm-up" before plate-voltage could be applied.

When Daniel was ready, he pushed the push-to-talk switch (PTT) on
his mic. When he began a CQ, the S.W.R. meter "smashed the pin"...
"Good grief, what's the matter here!? The antenna must not be
plugged in."

Daniel checked the antenna's connector, it was secure. He tested
the transmitter into a "dummy load antenna" and observed normal
S.W.R. "Oh! Ugh! I didn't want to see THAT!" complained Daniel.

"What's wrong?" asked Soo Yan-O.
"Sky-high S.W.R! It's as if there's no antenna connected at all!
Everything is secure here, so it must be on the antenna side. And
it's 50 feet up on a mast! Oh no!"
"Let's go look! I gotta contact my parents! They are worried crazy
by now!"

Daniel grabbed a high-power flash-light and binoculars then ran out
his room. Soo Yan-O and Daniel scrambled down the stairs and on out
side, out back. They stood on the patio of the swimming pool. They
looked up into the darkness where, barely discernable, was the huge
HF (High Frequency band) antenna, at least 50 feet up.

"Shine this on that big antenna up there. Not the little one,
that's the 2- meter antenna. The HF antenna is up there."

Soo Yan-O did as Daniel said while he looked through binoculars.

"Dam! How did THAT happen!?"
"What is it?"
"The antenna cable has been ripped from its plug! It's just
dangling up there!... Oh! I bet it was the roofers! Just before my
Parents left, a few days ago, they had a new roof put on. I haven't
used the HF stuff in a few days. I'm usually on 2 meters. Darn
those clumsy oafs!"
"Come on now! It's hot up there and roofing's hard work! I know,
I've done it sometimes, in the village I come from. Besides, those
cables up there are dangerous to a Roofer. It should have been
unplugged and removed in first place."
"Well, why didn't THEY unplug it?"
"They maybe didn't know how and didn't dare mess around with
somebody's stuff up there. Besides, it's another several feet to
where it plugs in."
"Oh man! What are we going to do NOW?"
"Can a new plug be soldered on and screwed on up there?"
"Well, yes! But who's going to climb up there NOW!?"
"You or I! I can do it. I've fixed many a plug for my Dad."
"You mean climb up there!?" Daniel said, aghast from the thought.
"Yeah! Look, the tower has those strut like things, one could climb
up like using a step ladder..."
"Wow! Not me..."
"Find me a LONG extension cord, soldering iron and solder, a
clamp-on light, a new connector and I'll do it! Oh, and a rope that
I can tie around myself and the mast up there would be good too."
"Oh no! That's dangerous! I'll get the antenna company to do it
tomorrow!"
"I GOT TO CONTACT MY PARENTS! Now come on! Get me those things and
I can do it just fine. Then you'll have it fixed and save you the
money of calling the antenna company."
"It's just 100 dollars for most service work on 50 foot towers. But
okay, if you REALLY want to do it!"
Soo Yan-O thought to her self, "Ho boy! Just 100 dollars? I bet he
starts fires in their fire place with 5-dollar-bills!"

Then she said aloud, "Yes, I really want to! I must contact my
Parents! They are worried about me! I gotta let them know I'm
okay!"

After some running to and fro by Daniel looking for the various
things she needed, Soo Yan-O set to work repairing Daniel's HF
antenna. Fortunately, the design of the house assisted Soo Yan-O in
getting to the roof-top. They had no step-ladder at all. The
interior of the attic was finished, and had those type of windows
that protrude from the roof. It was a simple matter of opening the
one closest to the HF antenna mast, and climbing out.

Indeed, Soo Yan-O took cutters, strippers, soldering iron and
solder, and with a long extension cord and clamp on light climbed
up there. She replaced the connector, sure and secure with her high
quality handy-work. She unscrewed the old connector that had the
cable ripped off of, and screwed in the new, now with antenna coax
attached.

She climbed down and back inside. Back in Daniel's room, he tried
out the transmitter. The S.W.R. meter indicated a favorable 1:1.2;
an excellent reading!

"OH BOY! You DID IT Soo Yan-O! THANKS! Boy! You're really
something! Good looking, smart, daring..."
"Okay, okay! Now let's put the stuff away and CQ my Parents!"

"Daniel set everything up for her. He pressed the microphone's PTT
and called, "CQ, CQ, CQ for KB5WBZ, from K6NAT! Over..." He let up
the PTT then said, "Okay Soo Yan-O, you CQ while I put all the
stuff away!"
"Okay, thanks!"

Then Soo Yan-O began calling CQ.

Daniel scurried around putting everything away. When he finally
returned to the ham rig and Soo Yan-O's side, she still had not
established contact with her parents.

"Here," he said, "Let me! Oh! Wait a minute! Boy, nothing's going
good tonight. I had the transmitter on the wrong frequency! The
receiver's right, just not the transmitter."

Soo Yan-O was beginning to loose just a little patience at Daniel's
continual problems. But she did not show it, he had no way of
knowing the HF antenna problem, and the maladjusted transmitter
could happen to anyone. She has seen her Dad, Alex, do the same
kind of blunders. It was just that she wanted so desperately to
contact her Parents.

Finally, just after 2 in the morning, Daniel was calling CQ for her
Father's ham station, correct frequency, good S.W.R...

"CQ, CQ, CQ for KB5WBZ, CQ KB5WBZ, CQ KB5WBZ from K6NAT. This is
K6NAT calling CQ for KB5WBZ, CQ KB5WBZ, CQ KB5WBZ from K6NAT,
over..."

Soo Yan-O listened anxiously for any human voice-like-sound to come
over the receiver. They COULD here somebody, way down in the "mud".
They could barely make out references to New York, and Germany...
enough to determine that some ham, way out east in New York State,
was "chewing the rag" with a ham in Germany. The easterner's
antenna was probably aimed for pumping a signal across the
Atlantic, so they were receiving only incidental radiation from the
back of his beam. "Our CQing shouldn't bother him," Daniel said,
"at least, I don't here him complaining. Okay, let's try some more.
Maybe your Parents are just asleep."

Daniel CQed more, only to be greeted with silence or the barely
audible talking from the guy in New York.

"You sure they have the radio on?" asked Daniel.
"I'm pretty sure. But what I don't know is, maybe my Mom's so
worried, my Dad had to go back to my village with her, or
something. Oh I hope they're okay!"
"Why can't you call them by telephone? You said but I don't
remember."
"He has no telephone. He lives way out in the country. He has only
a mobile radio telephone and I don't know how to call it!"

"Could you call your Mom's relatives?"
"No. Only the Tribal office has a telephone, and maybe a few other
people, but I don't know their numbers. Please, keep trying! If you
gotta go to bed, let me!"
"No, I'll do it for you! I'll do anything for you if I possibly
can! Okay, radio, lets do it, for HER!"

Daniel resumed CQing. He let up the PTT and with great delight to
Soo Yan-O, they almost immediately heard:
"This is KB5WBZ, KB5WBZ responding to K6NAT, over!"
"YIPPIE! THAT'S DADDY! HURRAY! YES!" cheered Soo Yan-O.

Daniel pushed PTT and answered, "Very good old man, we've got a
good copy here in Anahiem, C-A, your signal's good to go! Are you
running bare foot? Over..."
"That's affirmative, I'm running 210 watts into a quad array. So,
what's up, here, uh, here 3:20 in the morning, well for us... I
guess it's 2:20 there in California. What's up old man? Over..."
"Roger that, it's 2:20 here, and we're running 180 watts into a
Shakespear W2X! Well, enough for the radio jive, I got a lady with
me, hot and alive, with an urgent message... Repeat... An urgent
message for Judy Strong-Girl, if she is there. Is your name Alex?
Over..."

Recognize it?

Well, that's when Mother and Daughter at last made contact!

"Affirmative, my name is Alex, and my Wife Judy Strong-Girl is with
me. We've been waiting for this call. Put her on, please! Over!"

Soo Yan-O tugged Daniel's shoulder, "Okay," she said urgently, "Let
me have the mic! I'm gonna speak in Ute Indian with my Mom!"
"Okay, Soo, just let me arrange it and let him know." Daniel
pressed PTT then said, "Roger that! Here she is, she says she is
going to speak Ute Indian, I assume you all can speak it too, is
that a roger? Over..."

Then they heard none other than Judy Strong-Girl's voice sing over
the radio, "That's right, er, that's a roger. Soo! Are you
there?..." then she indeed said something in Ute language.

The melodic, interesting sound of living Ute Indian language
streaked across the night sky, bouncing of ionosphere 150 miles up
in space, back and forth over 1000 miles. To and fro between just
out side the Southern Ute Indian reservation and Anahiem California
it flew, a conversation using a true Native American dialect.
Daniel sat back and enjoyed watching that bronze skinned, black
haired beauty, speaking a rare and beautiful sounding language,
even precious perhaps, due to its scarcity.

Mother and daughter spoke exclusively in Ute language for several
minutes. Soo Yan-O appeared experienced with ham radio procedure,
never forgetting to let up from the PTT when wanting to listen like
a lot of people do their first time on a ham radio station.

Soo Yan-O and her Mother must have talked over 45 minutes. Every 10
minutes, Alex, in south-west Colorado and Daniel had to interrupt
with station IDs in English, as required of hams by the FCC.

Finally, Soo Yan-O and Mother finished speaking in Ute Indian. Alex
came back on informing he was back at the mic, and addressing Soo
Yan-O, but not mentioning her name, said, "I Love you sweetie, and
I am proud of you!"

Soo Yan-O responded with, "Hi Daddy! I'm okay! Don't worry!"

Daniel and Alex, far away in south Colorado, wrapped it up and
signed off. Daniel was eager to hear what Soo Yan-O and her Mother
talked about in Ute Indian.

She replied, "I can't tell you most of what we talked about, but we
just talked about how each of us is and how things are at home,
that's about it. I want to thank you very much, Daniel! Now come
here!"
"Why?"
"Just come here, Daniel, for a reward!"

Daniel scooted his chair close to Soo Yan-O who was smiling
impishly.

Almost before he was aware of what was happening, Soo Yan-O's
lovely tanned face, with beautiful cheek-bone shadows, moist,
supple, Indian lips, and all framed in free, flowing black hair,
drew close to his - her lips met his in a moist little peck...
Daniel closed his eyes, sighed and almost melted to the floor!

"I never thought I'd do that for a White boy, but you're just so
sweet, I HAD to do something for you! You're so cute! Absolutely
spoiled rotten, but cute! Nah, if I had been raised here, I'd be
spoiled too! Here's another for you..."
And she let Daniel have another juicy kiss, this time totally
blowing ALL his fuses!

She watched, with impish delight, as he smoldered and his fair face
turned reddish. She commented, "How interesting! How you White lads
can turn pink like that! Let's see if it's pink here too!"

She began unbuttoning his shirt. He offered no resistance, just sat
in stunned silence. She unbuttoned his shirt completely and push it
back off his small shoulders.

The whole lad was fair and pink, and his skin felt silky smooth to
her touch, different from the tougher feel of Ute Indian boys she
had played with... in this manner... before. Compared to them AND
herself, he was delicate and vulnerable; she could do anything she
wanted with him. He hardly had any muscle development, and his
shoulders were not broad at all. She surmised he'd struggle under
even the lightest loads. In comparison, those Ute boys had broad
shoulders, and sturdy if not big muscles. Any one of them could
carry sizable loads on their backs as she herself could.

She felt aroused and felt her genital tingle and moisten up.
Holding this boy in her spell, like a bird in a cat's claw, was so
exciting. She felt tempted to feel up and molest this tender boy,
with light blond hair and bright blue eyes. He quivered as her
hands toured his back, sides and chest.
"Have you ever done this with a girl before?" she said softly.
"N... n... no, I... not like this..."
"Would you like to now?" Dulcet in voice, her penetrating brown
eyes close to his, he couldn't speak. She continued, almost
whispering, "I can show you how... come!"

She held his quivering fair hands, cool with nervousness, in her
warm brown ones. She led him to stand up. She tossed his shirt
away, and led him across his own large bed room to the light
switch...

"This is nice..." she commented about the knob below the light
switch that could fade the lights to a low, brownish glow. "This
house has everything!" She turned the knob, lowering lights indeed,
to a soft, reddish-brown glow.

"Here, I want you to peel my tank top off, like this..." She
directed his hands to the bottom edge of her tank-top t-shirt,
fitting snugly on her hard, tanned tummy. She raise her arms to
accommodate Daniel peeling off her t-shirt. "Come on, do it!" she
insisted when he froze. He finally, clumsily, with her help,
stripped her t-shirt off. Of course, now she was topless. Firm,
bronze-tanned breasts jutted out toward him.

She stepped forward, allowing her nipples to bump up to and rub up
on Daniel's bare chest. She took both his cold hands again, and
directed them over her breasts. "There, don't they feel nice? Oh,
but you're shaking so, here..." she pulled his bed covers down,
then continued, "sit, wait here..."

As Daniel sat on the edge of his bid, she turned quickly to her
back pack laying on the floor. She pulled from it... condoms, a
last minute thing she figured she JUST MIGHT need. She walked back
to Daniel, waiting, his big blue eyes following Soo Yan-O's every
move, and trembling, as if cold. He watched, amazed, perhaps
frightened, as Soo Yan-O, right in front of him, unlatched her
shorts and... pulled them down and off!

Five-foot-three of bare, bronze, hungry female came with hips
swaying hypnotically toward him sitting there on his bed, passed
him and slipped under the bed covers behind him. "COME! Silly! What
are you sitting there for? Join me! Let's lay!"

Hesitant, Daniel finally came around and slipped under bed covers
too. As soon as he did, she pulled him close forcefully - he seemed
almost frightened, shivering uncontrollably. But next to her, he
began to calm and his skin felt warmer. She worked on his pants. He
closed his eyes, his face burning.

As if scared of seeing what's going to happen, he kept his eyes
closed. He felt her fingers over the tip of his penis. He felt
something, like a thin skin, get rolled out over his entire penis.
He was in total submission to this Ute Indian gal, now over him.

Her genital opened to his throbbing penis and drew it in, consuming
it bit by bit, up to the hilt. He felt soft warmth slowly envelope
and sooth his aching penis. From his penis into his body the
soothing, loving warmth flowed. The exciting, yet soothing rush of
pleasure flowed in and spread to every corner of his being - he
felt as if he was floating - excruciating pleasure, to the point of
nearly passing out! - He would have gladly given his very soul to
her! Daniel, in complete, total, absolute and unquestioned
subjugation to this Super-Woman he had let in his bedroom and now
had a hold of him in his very bed, groaned helplessly, "OOHHH! Man,
what's that!? What are you doing... OOHHH, gosh it feels (!gasp!),
OH it feels so GOOD!"
Softly, she answered, "That's what it feels like, to be inside a
girl! UMMMM! Doesn't that feel nice!?"
"Oh yeah, Oh! I don't wanna stop!"
"Whose says we're gonna stop? Just let it happen! SOO will take
care of YOU..."

And take care of him she did! 
Apparently this was the first time for this shy Daniel, who up to
now, had been all radio and electronics, knowing little of girls.

But passionate, lustful Soo Yan-O gave him his first lesson and
experience, guiding him firmly, yet tenderly. And after this, long
after this Ute Indian beauty has been out of his life, long in the
future, it may be guaranteed that this night with Soo Yan-O will be
with him always, an indelible part of his memory. A vivid image of
Soo Yan-O will be burned into his brain, to remain firm until his
brain itself has turned to dust.