Comanche Page #3

Get them away. I will not go!

You will not do this to me!

We're your friends.

I'm not going to harm you.

Sorry if I hurt you. Are you hungry?

I have not eaten since ...

I don't know when.

Rustle up some grub, Puffer.

- Do you feel better?

- Muchos gracias, Senor.

- It is a terrible country!

- No, It's not the country.

To me, it is. It's frightening.

- Where do you live?

- Durango, Senor.

- What's your name?

- Margarita Alvarez.

Where are your parents?

The Comanches ...

- Massacred?

- Yes.

I'm Sorry.

Comanches, savages!

All should be killed!

To stop this murder and torture.

No, Senorita. That's not the answer.

You defend the Comanches, Senor?

Trying to explain them, maybe.

You think they are human

and can be treated that way?

Most of them can, yes.

And you think it was necessary for

my parents to be killed by them?

No, I didn't mean that.

I hate the Comanches.

I will always hate them.

- Puffer!

- I ain't deaf.

Whoever it is, they ain't shooting at us.

Get up there.

It's Downey's bunch.

Yeah. A little scalping party.

We're friends.

- What's your tribe?

- Antlope.

Quanah Parker's tribe.

Can you take us to the camp of the

great chief of the Antelopes?

We come to talk peace.

The white man brings no

harm to our chief?

Where ever we meet,

your chief will need no more weapons

than I have now.

Then, I will take the white

man to my chief.

The camp of your chief

is not far from here?

One day? Two days?

He's not at the camp.

He rides at the head of

many warriors.

He's returning from an attack?

The last ... before the cold and

snow set in.

The women light the

victory fires, even now.

We'll rest here.

When the sun rises again,

We'll ride together to find your chief.

I will tell him,

when he is before his

warriors, that he ...

I hope he's all right.

Besides, we might spend days

looking for Quanah without him.

I never seen so much paint

in all my born days.

What do you mean?

Sure glad I got me

an extra scalp.

We're in no trouble.

That girl is.

We came to talk of

peace, remember?

You know, he knows it and I know it.

But, do them Comanches know it?

Let the young braves kill the

white eyes in the tribal manner.

We came to talk treaty with

the great chief of the Comanches.

- Is this the way to talk?

- Kill them!

My brother still lives.

We return to our strongehold.

My brother dies, the white man's

death will not be as swift as his.

We'll see your tongue

torn out by the root.

torn out by the root.

They are coming.

Quanah brings many things.

There is enough for all.

The west side of Blanco Canyon.

That's what I figured.

We've been looking for

this hideout for years.

No talking!

Look at that dirty, ugly face.

Quiet!

It's just one of those days when

everything is agin us.

And it's gonna be worse if

Quanah's brother dies.

Without telling him

what happened.

You have hurt my husband.

Morning Star,

the white men ...

I must speak to ...

There are many horses and mules.

Many guns, many bullets.

Much powder.

Cloths of many colors.

Mexicans captives for those

who need them.

There are two white faces.

Later, we'll find out how long

their spirits can stay in their bodies

under endless torment.

Great Spirit, mighty Sun God

here is the body of Nokona.

His blood has been spilled

without reason.

Hear the sorrow and grief

of his family.

There is no joy in that sound.

Let the sound reach

your heart.

Let this youth live.

Givethe word now!

The white eyes must die.

By nighfall, those Comanches

will be roaring drunk.

Kiowas. The worst dang

varmits on the plains.

Did you ever see a man when

they finish with him?

Quiet!

We have more plans for you.

Torture is for enemies.

We come in peace.

I bring big medicine from the chief of

my nation to Quanah.

Quanah cares nothing for your chief

or of his medicine.

He grieves for soon he will hear the

death song of his brother.

What is your death song,

white man?

The scalp moves!

The wig scares them.

They think it's a scalp.

Take it off.

Here. Here.

Cowards! Has the evil spirit

turned you into women?

His medicine, too big!

Your medicine not so big.

Now you will suffer for two.

Dark Cloud, unbind him.

Unbind him!

These Americans did not lift

weapons against my brother.

but drove away other white men

who were putting him to death.

From this day on they have no

enemies in my camp.

My brother lives.

Come with me.

Savvy Black Jack?

Savvy food. Savvy squaw.

Ah, nice. Very nice.

I got me a widow woman

San Antone.

When she sets her poor old eyes on

me in this store-bought hair,

she'll be a shak'n and a shiver'n

and a sight to behold!

And vica verse.

Speak!

I come to ask the great chief

of the Comanches to

- a peace council.

- With the Americans?

The Comanches are at war

only with the Mexicans.

But there's much bad

blood than fighting.

My people have never first

drawn a bow

or fired a gun against

the Americans.

But there is bad blood in fighting.

Because the Americans have taken

the places where the grass is thickest,

and the timber is best.

Instead of hunting game,

they kill our braves

for campfires fires they

burn our villages.

Our women wail and

cut their hair short

in sorrow for the dead.

Yet, Comanches are

not weak and blind.

They kill Americans

like Mexicans.

Their scalps hang

in our tee-pees.

The white women cried, and

our women laughed.

But it was not begun by us.

The Americans sent out

the first soldier.

We sent out the second.

Many seasons ago,

when the war with the Americans

and the Mexicans ended.

The Americans gave much

gold for this land.

It now belongs to the Americans.

Soon there will be American forts

and soldiers.

Many Americans will come here to

plant grains and raise cattle.

They'll dig in the earth dig the earth

for of gold and silver.

This has been agreed between the

Mexicans and the Americans?

Yes.

- No comanches?

Gold was given.

A line has been changed

in the earth.

The Americans and Mexicans

agreed, no Comanches.

We were here long before

the Americans.

Mexicans even.

But no one thought

to agree with us.

Yet, we are not a

conquered people.

No one has defeated us.

But ... our numbers do not increase.

The Americans are without numer.

Like weeds, like drops of rain.

No end to them.

The time has come to walk the

path of the Americans.

This has long been on my mind.

The Americans are brave ...

they know many things.

We must learn from them.

Or, the sun will set on us forever.

The sound of your words is good.

But there's another thing.

My country has pledged

to stop the Comanche

raids into Mexico

and to free all captive Mexicans.

The Mexicans still collect gold

from the government

for Comanche scalps.

Would you have me treat them

as brothers?

They will no longer buy

Comanche scalps.

I ask you

to call the Americans

and Mexicans brothers.

You ask me to be better

than my enemies.

I ask you to be greater.

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