King of the Grizzlies Page #5

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and stop pushin'!

That's high as you can go?

SLIM.'

Yeah! Start shootin'!

That's my guitar!

NARRATOR.'

The little stampede...

boiled out of the foothills,

hit the main herd...

and the whole roundup

headed for parts unknown.

Get up there in front!

Hyah!

Whoa! Whoa!

Hyah!

Whoa! Whoa, now! Whoa!

Ho, ho, ho, ho,

move, move, move, move!

Ho! Hyah! Hyah! Ho!

Ho! Ho!

COWBOY.'

Move'em towards the draw!

Move! Move!

To the flat there!

Here he comes.

Look at the size of him!

Shoot him!

SHORTY.'

I'm out of bullets.

NARRATOR.' Wahb

had finally shaken off...

the last

of his aggressive anger.

Now all he felt was

that old compulsion to push.

That's my chuck wagon!

NARRATOR.' It took

two days of hard work...

before

the roundup operation...

got back

to the branding stage again.

By now, Colonel Pearson

was determined...

to eliminate

the cause of his trouble...

but first he would stop by to

get a full report from Moki.

Well?

Between fifteen and twenty head

lost for sure...

and we're still shy

maybe fifty more.

The boys should round 'em up

before nightfall.

Yeah, see that they do,

then finish up this roundup.

I'll see you back at the ranch

after I finish a job.

Hmm?

I'm going to get that grizzly.

- Alone, Colonel?

- Yeah, alone.

It isn't exactly

a one-man job, sir.

I could go with you.

You just take care

of my ranch...

and I'll take care

of your grizzly.

d Doo doo doo doo doo d

d Yodel oh de le hee d

d To a cowboy,

the campfire is home d

d When twilight spreads

over the prairie d

d And the sunset

has faded from sight d

d When the cares of the day d

d Have drifted away d

d And the doggies

bed down for the night d

d Ooh de lee de lo d

d When the last shadow falls d

d Ooh de lo de lee d

d And the first coyote calls d

d Doo doo de doo de oh d

d Yodel oh de le hee hee d

d To a cowboy,

the campfire is home d

d Doo doo de oop de oh d

d Yodel le... d

- Shorty.

- Yeah?

Ramrod this gear

back to the ranch...

first thing in the morning.

You goin' someplace?

- Mm-hmm.

- Tonight?

That's right.

- When you comin' back?

- Couldn't say.

COWBOY.'

d Doo doo de oop de oh d

d Yodel le de le hee hee d

d Yodel le hee hee d

- Was that Moki?

- Yep.

- Is he goin' somewhere?

- Yep.

- When's he comin' back?

- Couldn't say.

NARRATOR.' It was mid-morning

the next day...

and the colonel was still

combing the little canyons...

and creeks above the bench

lands without much success.

Now he picked up

a first sign... a broken twig.

Of course, it coul d have been

caused by any animal...

but a little farther on...

the sight

of the four-toed print...

told him he was at last

on the right track.

For a time, it was fairly

easy to follow the sign...

and the colonel

was slowly closing the gap...

on the trail of the grizzly.

At the same time...

a master of tracking

was rapidly closing the gap...

on the colonel's trail.

About a mile away...

Wahb was moving into

another type of terrain...

a little mountain meadow,

lush and green...

and somehow vaguely familiar.

This heap of forest rubble...

was all that remained

of the honey tree.

There were only

a few grubs here now...

but anything

and everything...

was still claimed

by the same king grizzly...

so this would be

a test of might...

for the right to rule.

NARRATOR.'

All at once, it was over.

For the one-time king,

defeat and retreat.

Somewhere far from here...

the other bear

would live as a subject.

And Wahb the new king

would select a marking tree...

and make the sign that said

all this wil derness...

was now his territory.

The rage and fury of battle...

was still burning

in the giant bear...

when the first invader

appeared in his new domain.

With nothing else

to guide him...

the colonel

could only guess...

and scout in the direction

the bear seemed to have gone.

But Wahb hadn't gone.

With the incredible cunning

of an angry, hunted grizzly...

he had doubled back and hidden

at the base of the ridge...

and now he was exactly

where he wanted to be...

behind

his unsuspecting quarry.

Wahb was patient

but relentless.

He would follow and wait.

Moki was moving up fast

on the colonel's trail.

Now he spotted

the first sign of danger.

The bear track

on top of the hoof-print...

told him the whole story.

NARRATOR.' The three shots

were intended as a warning...

but the colonel took them

to be a distress signal.

All the forces

were in motion now...

and the stage was set

for the final confrontation.

Come on, here.

Uhh!

Uhh!

Down here in the gully!

- Am I glad to see you!

- Are you all right?

Yeah. I twisted my ankle.

That grizzly backtracked me.

Yeah, I know.

COLONEL.'

Never mind about me.

Get the rifle. He's still

around here somewhere.

Moki!

You'll never stop him

with that.

Maybe I won't have to.

Moki.

Moki!

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Get the rifle.

COLONEL.' There.

He'll come out right there.

Give me the gun.

- Colonel...

- I know, Moki.

You said the magic words,

and the bear went away...

because he's your brother.

COLONEL.'

We each have our totem, Moki.

That grizzly's yours,

but the cattle are mine.

I'm sorry,

but there's no other way.

Colonel, he's showing us a way!

He won't come back

to the Greybull.

Do you know that?

Where he makes a mark, he stays.

MOKI.' Colonel!

Does he mean that much to you?

Well, come on. Let's go home.

NARRATOR.'

And so, once again...

The Indian and his brother

the bear had met in peace...

just as the great spirit

had commanded they should.

And now, at last,

Moh-Sum-See-Wahb...

would take

his rightful place...

as king of the grizzlies...

and he would reign supreme...

in this high mountain

wil derness...

for all the years of his life.

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