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rabbit meat for a year...
...to say my prayers every morning...
...take care of my family,
and I might get well.
You're telling me the only
reason you came back...
...was because you were
following the say-so of some...
...medicine man. Is that right?
Yes. Absolutely. A rattlesnake
can make your soul...
...very sick.
That's likely not what
you want to hear.
But it is the truth.
We have eight girls. Now, we can go.
No. This one ran,
let the mother kill herself.
Go on. Hit me.
You won't fetch as many pesos
with my face swollen, and you know it.
This is what the rest of your life
will taste like.
Keep still.
That them?
they'll be riding in line along that river.
You shoot a horse in the middle.
We're lucky, they'll scatter.
- Thought we'd buy her back.
- The more of them we kill...
...the easier they'll be
to reason with.
Maybe she'll get clear
and save us the trouble altogether.
Dot, you keep shooting.
Try to hit a horse.
Mother of Jesus...
...you watched your child suffer.
Give me strength.
Stop my hands from trembling.
Let them come on.
Not yet. Not yet.
Let them come.
Let them come.
On my call, pick a horse in the
middle and shoot him in the neck.
I can't see Lilly.
Dot!
Take everything.
They're Chiricahua.
Kayitah, where did you steal
that horse?
Chaa-duu-ba-its-iidan?
Hasn't someone killed you yet?
You still owe me three lion hides,
you know.
I lived with his family
for a time.
- Good. That's good, isn't it?
- Name's Kayitah.
Think the other one's his son.
Forget the hides. Give us your horses
and your guns and we'll call it even.
- They want our horses and guns.
- I am not giving over my horses.
You understand?
You'll have to kill me first.
You tell him what I said.
Now look. You pissed her off.
How can you tell? You people look
pissed off all the time.
You tell them to get on their way.
Even better, you tell them we
want their guns and ammunition.
Go on. You tell him.
The men you just killed were trying to
kill us too.
The witch stole my son's future.
His bride was taken a week ago.
He stole my granddaughter too.
We can help each other.
And she's a healer.
Ain't no undergarments or nothing.
Dot, bring me my bag.
Go outside, sweetheart.
You don't know what diseases
these people have.
I don't usually operate on Indians.
They have green blood and a pinecone
in their chest instead of a heart.
Just give me that mescal.
All right. It'll hurt.
Do you still go up north and fool
around with that fat Zuni girl?
Don't lie.
No. She started to like me too much.
He told me this brujo's mother
was raped by a witch.
Came out of her womb two years
later with a full set of teeth.
I'm not feeling too good myself.
Don't sit too close, darling.
I'm not feeling too good.
- It's so cold.
- It's not that cold, Ma.
You knew my father?
What do you remember about him?
We called him Chaa-duu-ba-its-iidan.
He was a good hunter.
Yeah. He was.
He married Laatsine.
His Chiricahua wife.
Was she beautiful?
No.
She was cross-eyed.
He was living with the Navajo when
she died of smallpox.
She died... I didn't realize.
Moved around a lot.
Never still, Chaa-duu-ba-its-iidan.
Moving spirits don't make happy men.
Did he love her? His Chiricahua wife?
He loved all of them. For a time.
Hello.
What are you doing?
I'm dreaming of what's
gonna happen tomorrow.
Can I dream on it too?
I don't know. Can you?
Can't.
Mom's talking in her sleep again.
Sometimes at home, she talks
so loud we have to wake her up.
Sometimes she cries. Other times, she
sounds like somebody's hurting her.
And all the next day,
Me and Lilly notice, even though
Mama doesn't, I don't think.
- What happened to her?
- I don't know and I wouldn't ask.
I think when she was young,
she was...
...treated with cruelty.
She was alone in the world
at that time.
You wish you'd been there?
I don't wish.
Mama.
- Ma, wake up, you're having a bad...
- Don't touch her.
The Brujo has put a curse on her.
I will gather some ghost bush.
Go get your mother's Bible.
- Is it bees?
- Go on.
What did you leave
behind at that camp?
Today. This day,
what did you leave behind?
I don't... I don't know.
Help me again to heal.
Keep all evil away from here.
Mama. Don't let him, Mama.
"Abraham begat Isaac,
and his brethren.
and Zara of Thamar.
And Aram begat Aminadab,
and Salmon begat Booz of Rachab.
And Booz begat Obed of Ruth,
and Obed begat Jesse.
And Jesse begat David the king,
and David the king begat Solomon...
...of her that had been
the wife of Urias.
And Abia begat Asa,
and Asa begat Josaphat.
Josaphat begat Joram,
and Amon begat Josias.
and his brethren."
- Let's attack them.
- We don't have a chance.
Still, we must try.
Father, I can fight too.
No.
You stay here.
Morning.
- Good morning.
- Reckon I drank from the wrong bottle.
Wrong as can be.
- Here.
- You need to keep that on.
You know, Dot was wearing hers
when she almost drowned.
Yes. Almost.
After we attacked them, you reckon
we can still buy them back?
I don't know.
Money's always money.
But we don't have enough to buy them
all, though. Two or three at the most.
You get Lilly.
And get the Indian girl...
...and...
...whoever else you can.
Sorry for the rest.
I'll see you again.
Should be back by dark.
If we're not, leave at daylight
tomorrow.
That means go home. You and Dot.
You understand?
You tell me yes, or I'm not going.
I understand.
Give this to my daughter.
She won't trust an Indian.
I want to buy two girls.
- I want to buy two girls.
- Yeah?
- Do I deal with you?
- No.
You deal with him, there.
You have two girls I want to buy.
You are a make believe Indian.
Is that what you are?
Yeah, that's right.
You want to become a real Indian?
Like them?
I want to give you 600 dollars
for two girls.
Some here want your money.
For the evil your people have done...
I want your pain.
Look at me.
Inside you are two dogs.
One is evil, the other is good.
The mean dog
fights the good dog all the time.
Which one wins?
I don't know.
Whichever one I feed the most.
No. They are killing each other.
That is what makes you sick.
I will make you a real Indian.
That is what your soul asks me for.
This will tear out your soul.
You were born white,
but you will die an Indian.
Do you know this? Do you know this?
I don't understand.
Die slow.
The vultures will eat your guts
while you watch.
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