Broken Arrow Page #3

The girl inside the wickiup is in

the holiest time of her live.

These four days she becomes

White Painted Lady, Mother of Life.

It is good luck to visit her now.

- Would you like to visit her?

- Yes.

Were you ever wounded?

In my arm.

We will tell her.

For this night only this girl is

more holy than most, maybe...

...because she has been away

from us for a long time.

She is very old for this ceremony.

It's very special.

White Painted Lady...

...I have old wounds.

Yes...

...but each scar is a mark

of love for your people.

The path of you people is

stretched long behind you...

...and you are the head...

...and you are the heart...

...and you are the blood.

Killer of Enemies is your

father and you are his son.

You will be well.

I have brought someone with me.

Then he is welcome.

He has an old arm wound.

Give me your arm.

Does it hurt you?

Sometimes.

It will never hurt again.

Your life will be long.

The good things will be yours.

The sun will shine for you.

What's her name?

Sonseeahray.

It means Morning Star.

Morning Star.

This is called shaving.

You...

...see white men have more hair on

their faces than Indians, so...

...they cut it of instead

of pulling the hairs out.

Maybe you'd like to come closer.

Don't be afraid, Sonseeahray.

See?

I'm not afraid.

I thought you were skinning yourself.

No.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

How did you know I was there?

I saw you through this.

This is much better than looking

in a pool of water.

And now I see you.

What a thing it is.

It's yours to keep.

Well...

...if you had it you could

see how beautiful you are.

Why do you leave? Stay, please.

It is not fitting. I...

...I should have run

away quick before.

Why?

I am not married.

Are you not allowed to

talk to Apache men?

Old men.

Never young men?

Only at ceremonies or in the dancing.

I thought that Apache boys and girls

pick those they wanted.

Well, how can they do that

if they do not meet?

They meet.

- There are ways.

- What ways?

They meet by accident

where no one sees them.

Like my mother could

see me here with you.

I understand.

Now I must go. I have work

to pick juniper berries.

Where?

There.

I was going to walk up

that way myself...

...by accident.

Sonseeahray.

I walk this way because I don't

know when I may see you again.

When do you go?

I don't know. Cochise said

he would talk to me soon.

- Will you come back?

- I hope so.

I want to. It's important to me.

Why?

May I speak truly...

...from my heart?

It will be all right.

All my life I've been mostly alone.

I wanted it that way...

...but when I saw you in the wickiup

and you touched me...

...and you prayed for me...

...I felt bad being alone...

...and I knew that I needed to

see you again before I left...

...so that I could find out if

it was the same as last night.

Is it the same?

Yes.

So now when I go away...

...I'll be lonely for someone for

the first time in my life.

I have decided about the mail.

If I let the riders go in safety,

but no one else...

...there will be no loss.

It will show the whites

what power the Apache has.

It makes me laugh.

A good step. The seed is small...

...maybe the tree will grow big.

I'll be happy to tell my people.

Is it straight, Captain?

You saw Cochise himself?

That's right.

Any lad who would go into

Cochise's camp alone...

...is some punkin of a man.

Or a blasted liar!

I believe Captain Jefford's word...

...but not the word of

and Apache murderer.

Cochise said the mail

would ride safe. I believe him.

While you were up there with him...

...his men attacked a wagon train

near here and killed every one.

Another band attacked Kliner's ranch

and killed three men and a boy.

Cochise never said anything

about calling off the war.

He said the mail was safe.

Are you willing to bet on

the word of an Indian?

You name it.

Will you lay three hundred dollars...

...that five riders in succession

leave here and five come back.

You've got a bet.

The mail's piled up...

...and the route's guaranteed safe

by Tom Jeffords and Cochise.

Three days of riding in

the sunshine at high pay.

Who's first?

Looks like you'll have to

go yourself, Jeffords.

Only that won't prove a thing.

I'll go.

That'll prove something.

Duffield's back!

It's Duffield.

He's back.

Good boy!

See any Apaches?

Saw a few some signals but

not one live Indian.

Hi, Milt.

- It's all right, Tom.

- Why'd you take so long?

When I got there safe I got drunk.

Took time to sober up.

One made it but there's

still four more.

My bet's safe.

You want to double it?

After Duffield returned,

we sent out a second rider.

He saw some Apaches but

nothing happened.

The third rider, too, said it

was peaceful on the trail.

When the fourth rider went out

I was really proud of Cochise.

The days passed quietly and

on one of those quiet days...

...a wagon train left

Messilla Park for Tucson.

Colonel Bernall was in charge.

Spectacular country, isn't, General?

I wouldn't presume to tell and

Indian fighter his business...

...but we're inviting an ambush.

Apaches could be hiding over there.

I'm not only inviting ambush,

I'm praying for it.

Why?

You've only got 75 men.

My mule drivers are armed...

...and I've got 50 riflemen hiding

under blankets in the wagons.

My eyes are getting old.

Nahilzay!

Halt!

Pistol attack!

No mister, no!

Goklia! Cut them off!

They're cutting off the cavalry!

Halt!

Nahilzay! Pionsenay!

The foot soldiers!

Seize the wagons!

Cut to pieces...

...fifty dead and a hundred wounded.

Colonel Bernall killed...

...five thousand pounds of grain,

every wagon, gun, and mule.

How did Cochise know we had

men hidden in the wagons?

He knows what goes on everywhere.

Who's the spy? I say, hang him.

I can tell you.

We all can.

Who?

Duffield in here?

Yeah.

What do you want?

Your last mail rider's just

come in, safe and sound.

Thanks.

Yeah...

...where's Lowrie?

You lost your bet, Lowrie.

It don't pay to bet

with Tom Jeffords.

He's a personal friend of

that murderer, Cochise.

It was all a plot.

How was it fixed?

- I got both hands on the bar.

- How was it fixed?

I'm a rancher, not a gunner.

Slade. You got friends here.

You want to plug me.

Cochise don't do favors for nothing.

- He got something.

- What? What'd he get?

You tell us. Was it guns,

or was it whiskey?

Anybody else want to

call me a renegade?

You are not a renegade, Jeffords.

A man's a liar who says you are...

...but why is Cochise

so partial to you?

How does he let the

mail rider through...

...on the same day he wipes

out a wagon train?

Because he's a man of honor.

A man of honor?

No Indian's a man of honor.

The first peace move in ten years

and you're blind, all of you.

We'll have peace when every

Apache is hung from a tree!

Here's your 300 dollars, Jeffords.

The drinks are on me.

I don't drink on any Indian lover.

He's a copperhead. He sold us out.

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