Broken Arrow
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This is the story of a land...
...and its people in
the year 1870...
...and of a man...
...whose name was Cochise.
He was an Indian...
...leader of the Chiricahua
Apache tribe.
I was involved in the story...
...and what I am telling happened
exactly as you'll see it.
The only change will be that
when the Apaches speak...
...they will speak in our language.
What took place is part of
the history of Arizona...
...and it began for me here,
where you see me riding.
Since leaving the Army I had been
prospecting for gold off and...
...one day I heard the colonel
buzzards circling in the sky.
The buzzard's a smart bird.
Something...
...or somebody,
I figured it was a hurt deer
or a rabbit or a snake.
Not a rabbit...
...not a deer.
His kind was more dangerous
than a snake.
He was an Apache.
For ten years we'd been on a
savage war with his people...
...a bloody, no-give, no-take war.
Drink.
Better slow.
I could have killed you before.
A fire was dangerous
in Apache country.
But his wounds were bad and
he was running a high fever.
He had eight pieces of buckshot
in his back and I dug them out.
He was in pain but he never
let out a sound.
For the next few days I panned
the stream for gold...
...and watched the boy.
I wanted to be on the move, and
I was glad he was recovering.
Do your legs feel stronger today?
Little bit.
You've still got a limp.
Today I must leave.
No, I must go. Too soon for you.
For my legs, yes,
but for my family, no.
This is my novice time.
I am 14. So I learn to be a man.
I go on trips alone.
But I have been away too long.
In the wickiup my mother is crying.
My father looks for me, I think.
I am their only one now.
killed at Big Creek.
"My mother is crying", he said.
It never struck me that an Apache
woman would cry over her son...
...like any other woman.
"Apaches are wild animals",
we all said.
Do you pray to Killer of Enemies?
Not even to Life Giver?
The ones up there.
We have another name.
Apaches pray for all
white men to die.
But now I pray to keep you safe.
At sunset last night, I threw pollen
to the four winds for you.
Thanks, boy.
This is very big...
...against headache and sickness.
Now it is yours.
They could have killed.
Put away your gun.
They see I am unharmed.
This is clear talk.
It says they can still kill.
This white man is my friend.
This white man is my friend.
He must not be hurt.
When did my son become a tame Apache?
Father look! He gave me life again
Where did you meet soldiers?
It will shame us to say.
others cannot know.
This one...
- ...he was with them?
- No.
He found me later. He healed me.
It will be wrong to harm him.
You do no give orders.
You speak our tongue?
A little.
White men pay many dollars
for the scalp of an Apache.
I know.
Then why did you not take his scalp?
If I kill an Apache it'll not
be for scalp or money.
Why not? My people and your
people are at war.
It is not my way to fight.
- It is the way of all whites.
- It is not my way.
You are a woman maybe.
Apaches do not take scalps either.
And they are not women.
He hides something.
Why are you here in our mountains?
I look for gold and silver.
For what?
For yellow iron.
You did not kill.
We will not kill this time.
But not again.
Give him his gun.
They wanted to kill me, all right,
but they let me go.
Apache mothers cried
about their sons.
Apache men had a sense
of fair play.
Ambush! Run!
Two men were killed, and for
the three wounded it was worse.
But this was war, and it was
cruelty in both sides.
On one of the men
they found a pouch...
...which held three Apache scalps.
So they dug a pit and they rubbed
his face with sweet juice...
...and made me watch the ants come.
Learn it...
...learn it well, this is Apache land.
You have no right here.
Where Cochise lives,
no white man can live.
Take your weapons. Go!
Let your face not be seen again!
Howdy, gents.
Hi, Tom.
- Find yourself a gold mine?
- No.
Howdy, Terry.
Just coffee for me.
- We have smoked turkey today.
- No, just coffee, thanks.
Wipe them all out...
...but cheer them.
- Jeffords?
- Yes, sir.
I'm Colonel Bernall.
You received my message?
That's why I came.
What's on you mind?
I'm the new chief at Fort Grand.
Congratulations.
Cochise and his Apaches.
A big order, sir.
Wipe them all out.
Butcher them like hogs, I say...
...like hogs.
This man was in a party of miners...
...ambushed yesterday by Apaches.
Where was the ambush?
Just south of here.
They wounded Cochise
and killed 12 Apaches out of 50.
There weren't 50 only 5,
and not a one scratched.
How do you know, Jeffords?
I watched it.
Watched it? Seems to me most
men would have lent a hand.
I was tied.
The Apaches got me earlier.
You fought your way out?
They let me go.
I never heard of a thing like that
happening to a white man.
- Did you, John?
- No.
- Did you, Milt?
- No.
I ran across a
wounded Chiricahua boy.
I healed him up. They thought
they owed me something.
- Yes.
I don't understand.
You mean you found a wounded
Apache and didn't kill him?
That's right.
I'd like to ask you why?
What do you want from me, Colonel?
Jeffords...
...I think I know how
we can stop Cochise.
I have 250 men from Pennsylvania
and New Jersey.
They're disciplined troopers.
- Yes, I've seen them around.
- I have a good plan.
I want information from you and
I want you to do reconnoitering.
In six months the war will be over
and we'll have Cochise hanging.
No, you won't, Colonel.
Jeffords, I'm an expert
on open warfare.
- I have thirty...
- Cochise can't read a map...
every mountain in Arizona.
His men and horses can go
twice as far as yours.
He can't write his name...
...but his intelligence
service knows when...
...you got to Fort Grant and
how many men you've got.
He's stopped the
Butterfield stage from running...
...he's stopped the U.S. mails
from going through.
For the first time he has all
the Apaches under one command.
You're not going to string
him up in six months.
Not in six years.
Good day, gents.
- Terry.
- Jeffords!
Will you scout for me?
- You can find somebody else.
- Maybe...
...Captain Jeffords became too
friendly with the Apaches.
Maybe he doesn't know
what side he's on.
Easy, gents.
I'm not looking for trouble but
if you don't fight them...
...you're with them.
I've got to say that.
Who says so? What's your name?
Ben Slade. I own a ranch only
a mile out from Fort Grant.
house last month.
My wife was inside.
They almost got my boy too.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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