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priceless, comely, sublime, and words like that.”

Martha laughed some more, then shook her head and tried to be severe. “Stop it. I'm your new guardian,
you know,” she said. “And aren't you going to do anything about that truckload of thugs?”

Park tilted his head to one side and regarded her. “You know, I believe you're trying to run a shenanigan
on me. I don't believe a grown man in his right senses can have a guardian foisted on to him unless he
agrees.”

“Could you prove you are in your right mind?” asked Martha.

“Maybe not while I'm looking at you, gorgeous,” Park admitted. “But I'll ask the judge to keep you out
of the courtroom while they're having the sanity hearing, and then I'll bet I fool 'em.”

She threw up her hands. “Oh, stop it! Aren't you going to get the police after that truck?”

“Sure.” Park looked around. “Only it's about a five-mile walk back to town. And those high heels of
yours weren't made for these rocky ways we call roads around Sandersonville.”



AN elderly Indian gave them a lift. The Indian, known as Cedric, was a college graduate, and something
of a humorist. He dressed like a backwoods Indian from deep in the reservation, but he was far from
being one. He was driving a team of horses attached to a buckboard.

“How, Dots and Dashes,” he said to Park.

Park said, “We've just been kidnaped and almost murdered, Cedric. How about a ride into town?”

“Been smoking loco weed, eh?” said Cedric, not believing it.

“Nuts,” Park said. He helped Martha into the spring wagon. There was a board in the back. They put
this across the spring wagon bed and sat on that. Cedric did not offer to let them use the spring seat while
he sat on the board.

Cedric examined them, particularly Park, thoughtfully.

“You look,” said Cedric, “as if Pocopoco had had hold of you.”

“Sure,” said Park. “Pocopoco and two wild cats and Hitler and Mussolini.”

“Who,” Martha asked Cedric, “is Pocopoco?”

“Little man,” said Cedric. “Giddap, horses!”

Park stared at Cedric and his eyes popped. “What did you say about a little man?” he demanded.

“Some squaw,” said Cedric, looking at Martha and making admiring clucking noises.

Park yelled, “What's this about a little man? And quit acting like a Piute medicine man? I know you went