Went home for lunch and whipped out two scratchboards for the How-did-he-lose-his eye? sequence in Mickey Free, the graphic novel. Remington found that many of the San Carlos versions were hard to believe but when he visited nearby Globe City, the stories got even harder to believe:
"Well, the way I heard it, ol' Victorio didn't cotton to the boy and he used him for target practice with his tomahawk, but he kept missin'; got his ear real bad, too."
Other tribes, like the Mojave, also had their own versions of the eye mystery:
"Ussen sent a bear to the White Mountains and he told that bear, 'Go in the four directions and bring me pinole, corn, honey and the eye of a snake."
"The graphic novelist is the better historian—because he admits that he is partial, prejudiced, and ignorant, and because he has not forsaken passion."
—some graphic novelist who escapes me at the moment