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    A Different View of Murder: Moga Me Dende?, #10
    A Different View of Murder: Moga Me Dende?, #10
    A Different View of Murder: Moga Me Dende?, #10
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    A Different View of Murder: Moga Me Dende?, #10

    By C. D. Moulton

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    Mountains, Mists, Myths, and Murder
    Clintonito Faraday Abrego, called Nito, Son of the famous Clint Faraday, head of Criminal Investigations (a silly title on the comarca Ngobe Bugle), Rep. de Panamá, is called by Moises Castillo Smith, chief of the Quebrada Tula area, to investigate the finding of two bodies near Misty Mountain. He becomes involved with an old myth of the people. Is that, in fact, behind the murders – or is it simply being used?

    Moga Me Dende?
    "Moga me dende?" is a common greeting among the Ngobe Bugle indigenous people in Panamá. It means "Where are you going?"
    They have a very different way of looking at things, including murder. They have a different way of handling a lot of things.

    Fishing Holes and Bullet Holes
    Going fishing to relax can be a real turn-off – when there's a body floating in the middle of it.
    The Moga Me Dende? stories feature the great differences in the Indio culture and so-called "modern city" civilization, and the enormous differences in the way the people think. People are fascinated by those differences, as indicated by reception of the Clint Faraday Mysteries.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherC. D. Moulton
    Release dateAug 11, 2022
    ISBN9798201638801
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      A Different View of Murder - C. D. Moulton

      A Different View of Murder

      Three novellas from the Moga Me Dende? Series.

      © 2022 by C. D. Moulton

      all rights reserved: no part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright holder/publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual persons or events are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.

      Mountains, Mists, Myths, and Murder

      Clintonito Faraday Abrego, called Nito, Son of the famous Clint Faraday, head of Criminal Investigations (a silly title on the comarca Ngobe Bugle), Rep. de Panamá, is called by Moises Castillo Smith, chief of the Quebrada Tula area, to investigate the finding of two bodies near Misty Mountain. He becomes involved with an old myth of the people. Is that, in fact, behind the murders – or is it simply being used?

      Moga Me Dende?

      Moga me dende? is a common greeting among the Ngobe Bugle indigenous people in Panamá. It means Where are you going?

      They have a very different way of looking at things, including murder. They have a different way of handling a lot of things.

      Fishing Holes and Bullet Holes

      Going fishing to relax can be a real turn-off – when there’s a body floating in the middle of it.

      The Moga Me Dende? stories feature the great differences in the Indio culture and so-called modern city civilization, and the enormous differences in the way the people think. People are fascinated by those differences, as indicated by reception of the Clint Faraday Mysteries.

      Contents

      About the author

      Mountains, Mists, Myths and Murders

      At Home in Paradise

      A Call from Moises

      David

      Be Smart! Appear Stupid!

      A Look at the Lode

      Explanations Needed

      A Difficult Ride or Two

      Back to Misty Mountain

      Home and Family

      Moga Me Dende?

      Morning

      Reasons and Non-reasons

      Seeking Castro [not that one]

      Supply and Demand

      Small Talk

      Both Ends Against the Middle

      Chill Out

      Fishing Holes and Bullet Holes

      That’s A Bummer!

      More Greedy People

      Suspicions

      Odd Detours

      Extractions

      Tranquility

      About the author

      CD began writing fiction in 1984 and has more than 300 books published as of 3/15/16 in SciFi, murder, orchid culture and various other fields.

      He now resides Gualaca, Chiriqui, Panamá, where he continues research into epiphytic plants and plays music with friends. He loves the culture of the indigenous people and counts a majority of his closer friends among that group. He funds those he can afford through the universities where they have all excelled. The Indios are very intelligent people, they are simply too poor (in material things and money.) to pursue higher education.

      CD loves Panamá and the people, despite horrendous experiences (Free e-book; Fading Paradise). He plans to spend the rest of his life in the paradise that is Panamá

      CD is involved in research of natural cancer cure at this time. It has proven effective in all cases, so far. It is based on a plant that has been in use for thousands of years, is safe, available, and cheap. He was cured of a serious lymphoma with use of the plant, Ambrosia peruviana.

      Information about this cure is free on the FaceBook page Ambrosia peruviana for cancer. CD asks only that all who try it please report on its effectiveness on that group.

      Mountains, Mists, Myths, and Murder

      © 2017 & 2019 by C. D. Moulton

      At Home in Paradise

      Clintonito Faraday Abrego looked out over the Caribbean from his hammock on the front porch of the home his father and mother built 40 years ago and sighed contentedly. His 14 year old son, Guillermo, brought him a guayabana chicha and climbed into the hammock with him.

      His father, the first Clint Faraday, had been a very famous detective, and was only the second non-indigeno person in history to be declared Ngobe. Clint was a detective, and Nito, as he was addressed, was the top graduate in his classes when he studied criminal investigation at the police academy. He was with the Policía Nacionál for 6 years before coming to the comarca, where he was requested by the council to be head of the police.

      There was little for him to investigate in violent crimes, as the Ngobe are a very peaceful people, most of the time. As several presidents of Panamá had learned, they could also come together to oppose things that would harm the comarca and its people.

      Nito’s mother Tyna Abrego de Faraday, was pure Ngobe, and was the beauty on the comarca. She was 82 years old, and still a beauty. Nito was raised in the Ngobe tradition, and tended to the pragmatism of his father. None of the Darling little prince upbringing of the outside [anything not in the comarca] world. He had responsibilities since he was 6 years old. Before, actually. He was secure in his life, had a place in the community, and was empathetic with his people.

      He was loved and wanted since before he was born. He had physical contact with his parents constantly for the first several years. He was taught self-discipline from day one, and his parents – or anyone else – had never hit him. When he did somethingwrong it was explained to him why it was wrong. He would never do anything to make his parents ashamed of his actions [never of him. Of things he had said or done].

      The Ngobe are a touching people. It is part of the language. When you saw a friend you hadn’t seen for awhile, you embraced, and it was a full body embrace, not a bending to touch at the shoulders.

      Nito smiled, and Llermo [the last part of the name is the nickname] asked him why, with a look.

      Like my Dad. I wonder what outsiders would think if they saw us together in this hammock.

      Why would they think anything? I don’t get it!

      They do not touch much. If they saw us, they would think it was about sex.

      With my father? That’s stupid!

      Any two males more than eight or nine years old, it would be the first thing they thought.

      "Well, anyone but my own father, it could be, but why would they care? They aren’t here doing anything."

      It’s all in how they were raised. Sex is taboo until you’re eighteen or twenty one or something.

      How stupid! I don’t believe they don’t know about sex when they’re twelve or even ten. Nica fucked me when I was nine, but I already knew about it when I was a lot younger.

      He did?

      He who ... oh. Nica. Sure.

      Did you like it?

      "Not much. I didn’t get my rocks off. It wasn’t bad, but I didn’t like it."

      Nito laughed. He remembered how his father and he would talk about sex. The difference was that Dad had admitted later that he was confused and even enraged, but had to act like a Gnobe and say, Oh? Really? Did you like it? when he really wanted to kill the one who screwed him.

      He was like Llermo. He didn’t like it, but just because he didn’t like it. Not because it was evil or gay or whatever.

      The saying was, Some people like yuca, some like rice, some like both.

      He had never understood how so many outsiders were so adamant about it. Evil! Queer!

      The comarca recognized six sexes, and considered them all natural. Heterosexual male and female, bisexual male and female, homosexual male and female. Big deal. Pass the chicha. If a child was strictly gay or lesbian, they acted in certain ways at seven or eight years of age.

      Most were bisexual, to one degree or another.

      Why was he thinking of sex?

      Because this was paradise, and you were who you were, not someone who someone else ordered what they felt and did. It was personal, not any of the community’s business.

      Of course, that was by consent. Force was never tolerated.

      Double standard, too. Boys screwed each other and played with sex from the time they were eight years old. If you wanted something, you could seduce, but rape would get your head cut off with a dull machete. Girls, not until they were twelve. Period, and then only if they wanted it.

      Dad, I am having a big problem with the vainilla. None of the pollenation is taking. I think it’s because of the water, but Yveth says it’s the time of year, because the dawn is so bright. She says I have to get to it earlier.

      Yes. It only takes at sunrise, and the sun comes up fast this time of year. There’s no mist or fog. Get to it just as soon as it’s light enough to see, and before the sun is actually above the horizon.

      "Oh. Okay.

      Yveth also says you’ll have to go to Tula soon. I’d like to go, but she says it would be a bad idea, because it would make it dangerous for you and maybe me.

      Yveth was the daughter of Matilde, the medicine woman in my father’s time. She had some psy powers, and was never wrong about some things. Yveth was good, but she could be wrong.

      I will? Did she say why?

      It’s confused. It has something to do with the spirits on Misty Mountain.

      "Misty Mountain? You can see it from our place at Tula. I’ve heard about the spirits there, and how they will protect the people.

      I wonder what Yveth has seen...

      A Call from Moises

      Dad! Your Policía phone is vibrating! Should I answer it? Dyna, Nito’s 12 year old daughter, called.

      I’ll get it. Thanks. I should have it on ring.

      Nito went into the sala and answered the special cell phone with the police departments at Buabidi and Soloy. It would be something some tourist did. There were a lot of tourists in Buabidi because of the museum [Dead Man Talking - Clint Faraday Mysteries book 51]. That was, by far, the place where most violent crime took place.

      Oye. Tica Nito.

      "Nito, this is Moises, in Buabidi. I am calling because there is a strange murder of a person from here and a man from Suiza. It was at Misty Mountain, near Quebrada Tula.

      "I have little information, but it seems to have some kind of connection with the stories about the spirits there.

      "It is confused. Luana says she will not go there, because the sprits are angered, and her power is painful when she thinks about it.

      I will send the helicopter for you, if you will go there?

      Nito’s father had often used the government/police helicopters. He was a multimillionaire, and more often paid for their use. Nito would pay for this, because he would go to his own home there. He agreed, and said he would be ready in an hour, and it would take most of that for the chopper to arrive, anyhow.

      The Panameño body is Juan Carlos Gutieriz, from Santiago. He was a sort of guide for special tours into other places in Panamá. As you know, those places do not include the comarca, except a few places like there at Cusapín that tourists like, Moises explained. They were at the morgue in Soloy. "He was killed, as you can see, with a machete.

      "The tourist is a Suiza called Sven Harstedt. We have no cause of death. He was in the same room as Gutieriz, in a house that was unused at this time of year. It is in a small puebla called Pajaro Verde. The village is mostly deserted at this time.

      "We know nothing

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