Hondo Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1953
- 83 min
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called a war council.
A full report of it is in that dispatch
Im carrying.
But you don't know, we've always
gotten along splendidly with the Apache.
They drink and bring their horses
to our spring
on their way north to the buffalo hunt.
Ive never seen the great Vittorio, but
there've been plenty of Apaches here.
Ive seen the great Vittorio,
before the treaty.
His horse had 40 scalps
hung in its mane.
That was before the treaty.
We broke that treaty, us Whites.
There's no word
in the Apache language for lie,
and they've been lied to.
lf they rise, there won't be
- a White left in the territory.
- They won't bother me.
Us, l mean.
We always got along very well.
People l know, man and his wife,
got along real well for
20 years. Then one day,
she upped and blew a hole in him,
big enough to drive
a stagecoach through.
She got mad. The Apaches are mad.
Well, l have nothing to worry about,
Im sure.
Nice to be sure.
Get out of the way.
- Strange dog you have.
- l don't have him.
- The two of you are together.
- He stays with me.
- He can smell an Indian at a half a mile.
- He smells Indians? L don't believe it.
Sure, lots of dogs smell Indians.
You can teach them.
Teach them? How?
First you get yourself a puppy and then,
you hire yourself a tame Indian
and cut a willow switch.
Then you get the Indian
to beat the puppy
with a willow switch four or five times
a day.
And when he grows up, he'll always
signal when he smells an Indian.
Beat a puppy. How cruel.
That's the way they do it.
Anyway, l don't believe
a dog can smell Indians.
l mean, as different from anyone else.
- You or me, for instance.
- Well, they can.
As a matter of fact,
Indians can smell White people.
- l don't believe it.
- Well, it's true.
Im part Indian, and l can smell you
when Im downwind of you.
- That's impossible.
- No, it isn't impossible, Mrs. Lowe.
You baked today.
l can smell fresh bread on you.
Sometime today
you cooked with salt pork.
Smell that on you, too.
You smell all over like soap.
You took a bath. And on top of that,
you smell all over like a woman.
l could find you in the dark, Mrs. Lowe,
and Im only part Indian.
Mrs. Lowe.
What do you want?
- l watered and grained the stock.
- Thank you.
Ill bed down near here
someplace tonight.
Mr. Lane?
You can't sleep outside,
there's a storm coming.
Ive fixed a pallet for you in the corner.
It would be uncivilized
and after all, we are civilized, aren't we?
Speaking for you, of course. But me?
l guess you could call me civilized.
That's your bed.
Im sorry it has to be on the floor.
l have to set the batter for the morning.
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