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should think about this.

It will soon be dark.

If you are late back to the fort,

you might not be promoted.

For your father.

Goodbye, Nalinle.

Goodbye.

- Did you have kind words for him?

- I obeyed your wishes, Father.

Good. There are only

a few young men left.

Even a hawk is an eagle among crows.

Did he...?

Yes.

- Massai!

- (Santos) What are you saying?

Massai was carried off

on the train with Geronimo.

She is right, Santos.

I am back with my people.

This cannot be.

No man could do this thing.

Only Massai.

- If this is true, the soldiers follow you.

- No, nor will they find me till i am ready.

Bring cups. We will do

honour to this miracle.

I saw Nalinle with Hondo,

who wears the soldiers coat.

I saw Hondo walking in the village

and no one spit when he passed by.

I have come back just in time.

There is no pride left in our people.

Pride is a warrior's word.

I have seen much, Santos. And i tell you

pride is not only a warrior's word.

We can look the white man in the eye

and meet him on his own ground.

- In peace?

- A warrior's peace, between equals.

You've heard of the Cherokees. They walk

in peace and hold their heads high,

and work for themselves,

not the white man.

- You have seen this?

- With my own eyes.

Here is the secret of

their pride and their wealth.

Here is the seed of a new life for our tribe.

The corn of Tahlequah.

I ask you, Santos, call the young men

together that l may speak to them.

There are no young men here.

Even the young are old now.

But will they not say that

growing corn is woman's work?

I am a warrior. What i do

can never be woman's work.

And what Cherokees do,

Apaches can do bettler.

The young men will follow me.

A rabbit like Hondo,

we will change all that.

Squaws are for men.

Such thoughts come

too fast for an old man.

You are weary, and the young men

are out working on the road.

Sleep now. Sleep, Massai.

I am weary.

And it's been long

since i drank aguardiente...

and long since i closed both eyes.

You can close both eyes here.

Tell me, does Mr Weddle pay

for the work on the road?

- Except when he is angry.

- And he is always angry.

It is hard to be a man of peace.

It would be so pleasant to kill Mr Weddle.

Our people have been dead.

Massai will make them live again.

A young girl thinks with her heart

and not with her head.

I say his words are smoke

to cloud an old man's eyes.

Smoke to make a sack of corn

seem the price of a squaw.

That is not Santos talking,

it is the aguardiente.

Where are you going?

There is wisdom in the stars.

And i need much wisdom.

All right, take him out.

I thought you were my people.

Santos has the heart of a snake.

And someday i will kill you like a snake,

and your daughter too.

I thought you said you delivered every

single young buck to Florida, Mr Weddle?

Maybe that Massai out in the calaboose

is somebody else with the same name.

Everybody knows you never

make mistakes, Sieber.

I'm only a common mortal.

It was a mistake, was it?

A clerical one, i suppose?

Look.

It is corn, corn from far away.

What do you mean, bustin in here?

Massai brought it back

from the land of the Cherokees.

He said they are a great people.

They raise corn

and live in peace with the white man.

He said Apaches can do the same.

- Massai said this?

- Yes.

Good thing Santos didn't fall for it.

My father is blind, blind with aguardiente.

You made him that way.

- Get outtla here!

- Shut up, Weddle.

Santos has forgottlen how to hope,

like all our people.

Massai can teach us to hope again.

And you want us to let him go.

Is that right?

- Yes.

- Well...

- I'll let you know.

- You do not believe me.

I'll think about it.

Do you think it could possibly be true?

No Apache ever became a farmer yet.

Oh, them's my sentiments exactly.

But if just one Apache tries it...

what have we got to lose?

Our scalps, likely.

These young bucks are growin up fast.

Give em a leader like Massai

an watch out.

Massai isn't a chief.

He just sneaked across half of the USA.

They're bound to follow a man like that.

He's the last buck on earth

to make a successful farmer.

Right now he hates everybody,

and when an Apache hates,

he hates high, wide and handsome.

Well, all right.

Back to Florida.

That's your job, Weddle.

I've got a couple of your murderers

eatin' their heads off in my guardhouse.

- Take them along, too.

- The supply train comes next week.

Well, take 'em up to Holbrook.

Put 'em on the mainline.

Do you think you can find Holbrook?

And we don't want

any "clerical errors" this time.

Lace it a littlle?

When.

I was beginning to think

you forgot the word.

Why'd that lousy indian

have to turn up to plague me?

He's sure been a thorn in your side.

And trust Sieber to make the most of it.

All i get's insults.

No expense money outtla this.

I wish he'd try to escape just once more.

You bettler just settlle for that drink.

No buck wearin leg irons

is gonna even try to escape.

Hey.

Hey, what about Jackrabbit Hill?

This team can't haul

four prisoners up that grade.

- Meanin what?

- Meanin they'll have to get out and walk.

- And they can't do that with leg irons on.

- Glory be! They sure can't.

Any fool lndian'd know

that's his chance to run.

Try to run for it.

To make it look right,

we'll have to finish 'em all off.

Mr Weddle, you'll get

your name in the papers yet.

Whoa!

Everybody out!

Now, you lazy bucks,

you're gonna get some exercise.

Come on, move along. Everybody out.

You heard. Move along. Come on.

Sure'll be nice to get to town.

I wonder if... i wonder if Sadie's

still runnin' that place down by the wash.

Sure. Holbrook wouldn't be

Holbrook without Sadie.

Where will we go?

The soldiers will be after us now.

Go where you will. Massai does not walk

the warpath with thieves and murderers.

- Massai saved us. We are his friends.

- I have no friends.

Geronimo and all the true Apaches

are gone. I fight alone.

Go. Go!

You will live, Mr Weddle.

Long enough to tell them who they fight.

- Maybe it's just some hunter.

- A drunken injun playin Fourth of July.

- Take a look, Joe.

- You take a look.

No, Joe, don't shoot or we're goners.

Telegraph lines

have been cut for two days.

I get crazy reports from every

fool rancher who ever saw an indian.

How many bucks are missing?

Santos says none of them are.

Got the scouts out checkin.

Who can be doing this?

Renegades from the mountains?

I got a verified report right here.

"Cattlle stampeded at Willow Springs".

"Railroad bridge destroyed

Somebody knows

how to hit us where it hurts.

Sergeant of the guard!

Sergeant of the guard!

- Get the surgeon.

- Shut up.

Do you think i want

the whole fort to see me this way?

Get the surgeon!

Weddle! What happened?

Massai.

Surgeon!

Fire! Fire!

- Move out to the right. You, to the left.

- Every man on this post, get a bucket!

Sergeant, get the powder

outtla that building!

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