Also speechless. But let us back up a minute. The girl, who had put a gallon and a half of gas into the borrowed pickup, went looking for Aunt Daisy in the ladies’ room and emerged from that facility to hear a big commotion out front. She got to the door just in time to see the tribal elder back the pickup over the cowboy who was bellowing like an angry bull, and watched in stunned disbelief as the crusty old woman—apparently believing she’d done him in—roared away with her victim clinging to the rear bumper. Sarah watched in gaped-mouth horror as Butch was tossed aside like a used-up rag doll, screamed and wrung her hands when Daisy totaled the telephone booth and went bumpity-bumping across the prairie in a cloud of yellow dust. Sarah watched in awe as Butch got to his feet. “Oh-oh!” she yelped, and clapped her hands. Having no idea that the Indian girl he’d been tailing had witnessed his humiliating ordeal (or that Daisy Perika was responsible for it!), the tough little fellow ignored the inquiries of sympathetic onlookers.
