Schuh des Manitu, Der

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In 1862, the first

trans-continental railroad

triggered a rush of

white settlers heading West.

They all rushed into the land

that once belonged to the indians.

It was at this time that Ranger,

a white Southerner,

rescued Abahachi,

chief of the Apache,

at an unguarded rail road crossing.

Apache customs demanded

they become blood brothers.

They had no choice.

Abahachi and Ranger did

what tradition called for.

Ouch! You crazy?

Slow down, turn ahead!

Shut up! I drive this route every day!

Dull arrow.

Pointy arrow!

Strangers!

Abahachi's face shows

pain and grief.

Dark clouds gather over the land

where the Shoshone live.

Abahachi and his white brother

Ranger bid their "Hugh"

to Merry Mole, chief of the Shoshone.

Mighty.

What?

His name is Mighty Mole.

Abahachi brings the chief's dead son.

Abahachi is a murderer!

Just a sec, big misundertanding!

Yes, very big indeed!

Aweng konakate!

Hey, what's that on your arm?

Is that a dog?

What?

Ugh...

Well...

Where is my gold?

Just let him finish, a**hole!

Hush, are you're crazy?

Should he let you finish or not?

Ok. The story was like this:

We had an appointment

Ok. The story was like this:

We had an appointment

with a realtor from Wyoming.

I had seen his ad in the paper,

and I quote:

"Quiet saloon in mint condition,

and I quote:

"Quiet saloon in mint condition,

no transfer fee, available immediately".

The new pub for my tribe!

His employees looked

respectable to us!

I didn't want to miss such a bargain

and borrowed your gold.

Indians!

Hiya!

Right on time, as the Shoshone always are,

your son Rabid Rabbit

brought the Shoshone credit.

Everybody liked each other.

Whazup, wimp?

May I introduce:

Rabid rabbit, Santa Maria; Santa Maria,

Ranger, Ranger, Santa Maria, Rabit,

son of the chief of the Shoshone.

See, see, Shoshone!

The deal was closed!

I was the proudest Indian in the whole world!

Term:
15 years, interest rate 33%.

Yes, exactly!

What did he just say?

Not sure, he has a strong dialect.

Abahachi?

Yes! Oh!

One bottle of firewater for free!

Congratulations to your new saloon.

This is on the house!

I baptize you to be called...

Uh...

Apache pub.

- Apache pub.

Well, I'd complain about that.

Feels comfortable in the hand!

Congrats! Great door!

You're never happy!

Always complaining!

BBQ nights, hanging out together,

indian classes in your own saloon!

I never mentioned classes!

End. Done!

Hand me the white flag!

How am I supposed to get

a white flag here?

Every indian always carries one,

just you don't!

Then it became quiet, too quiet.

The realtor from Wyoming

and his employees had left.

Just your son lay in the grass.

I was wondering how he could

sleep with all that noise.

They are gone!

I don't think he cares.

Why?

He is...

We paid last honors

to Rabid Rabbit.

Is there anything

you can actually pull off?

Truth is:
the man who cheated my

tribe out of its new saloon

is also the murderer of your son.

And on top of that,

is also the murderer of your son.

And on top of that,

he also stole your gold!

What is the name of that man?

Santa Maria!

You stole the gold from the Shoshone!

You killed my son!

You stole the gold from the Shoshone!

You killed my son!

And now you bad mouth

the firends of my tribe!

How right you are, Mighty Mole!

Unbelievable!

These are the murderers

of your son!

No! Don't believe him!

Santa Maria speaks with

a twisted tongue!

When the sun has been

victorious over the moon

the Shoshone will send

Abahachi and his white brother

to the happy hunting grounds.

Mighty Mole has spoken!

Mighty mighty!

An Apache in a pickle.

Abahachi? Ranger?

Hombre? I'll clock off.

Do me a favor and keep an eye

on these two tonight.

We want to see them die tomorrow!

Allright, boss!

Err...

What is it?

I'm sorry.

Why? Everything is just fine!

We both have our own poles.

And tomorrow we won't

be having any more trouble.

Don't be such a sourpuss.

I'm fed up to the back teeth!

Always the same crap

for the last 16 years!

Tied to some pole

every other day!

Keep it down, it's not their business!

What's wrong with you lately?

I am just not happy with the

overall situation!

Why not?

What do we do all day long?

Sneaking up with no purpose,

reading tracks for hours,

and riding side by side

with no point.

You call that riding?

What's wrong with my way of riding?

It's not riding,

it's animal cruelty!

Bite me!

How?!

Sht.

Sst!

Abahachi!

Quiet outside!

Or I'll call the cops!

I got a bunch of appointments

and you idiots won't let me sleep!

Turn the lighd off!

You spell light with a "T"!

Did you hear that? A man got

a rock in his private parts.

A new family jewel.

Look, the guard's asleep.

What did you say?

The guard's asleep.

No, about the jewel.

Just a bad pun.

That's no pun, that's the solution!

I got one! I had totally forgotten about it.

My jewel! A really big treasure!

Now you come up with a treasure!

That doesn't help us anymore.

It does. We can use it to pay

our debt with the Shoshone.

We're still charged with murder.

We need to prove that Santa Maria is the

real murderer of Rabid Rabbit.

Right. Also, on top of that

I only have a part of the treasure map.

Well, sometimes I think you do

this on purpose!

When I was a little indian,

my grandpa Gray Star

took me hunting. He always stressed

how important it is to divide up the loot.

I divided everything!

18 by 9! 13 by 7! 16 by 5! 17 by 8!

Grandpa sometimes called me the

Smallest Common Divisor.

Many summers passed.

On his deathbed

he gave me a treasure map.

And you divided it.

Yes, by four!

Who has the other three parts?

I don't know, I was drunk.

Well, that is...

I do remember one.

Well, thanks heavens...

Hey, who was that?

Who cares, let's go!

Well done, Hombre!

I am almost proud of you!

Follow them without attracting attention.

I'll stay here with Jim and John.

Chief Molehill must

not get suspicious.

We'll meet tomorrow in camp.

Ok, boss.

Hombre?

We're a top team!

By god, that's terrible!

That doesn't look good, boss!

What a cowardish assassination!

Now they will also have to

answer for Hillarious Hare.

This means war!

Ooops, we have to leave! Jim, John!

Let's bow out on a high note!

Take care!

Unbury the hatchet!

We don't have one.

We don't?

We had one from the dollar store.

But it broke.

Well, what could we unbury?

We have a folding chair.

Unbury the folding chair!

What?

I smell something.

It wasn't me!

Look! The Shoshone are signalling!

And? What do they write?

They are after us.

And they unburied the folding chair!

Now they've totally gone bonkers, right?

The chief of the Apache

must die!

To the horses!

We don't have horses.

Didn't I have one?

Well, yes, you did...

...but it shrunk in the laundry.

What area is this?

Down there we'll find the

second part of the map!

And? What are we waiting for?

There is something

you should know.

My white brother needs to be very strong now!

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