Hondo Page #6

That's my horse, all right.

Got my brand on it. "E.L." Ed Lowe.

What he says true?

- Yeah, that's his horse.

- Where'd you get him?

From his ranch,

that's where Im taking him back.

That's where he can pick him up.

But that's Indian territory, strict orders

against any Whites going in there.

You know something, Joe, l got a bad

ear. L can't hear a thing you're saying.

Aren't you gonna prefer charges

against him?

He may be a mean, ornery,

son-of-anything-you-wanna-call-him,

but he ain't no horse thief.

And Im not gonna call him one,

to his face or his back.

You stay here.

l thought the Apache were always silent.

Not when they seek squaw.

You pick one.

What?

Its not good for Small Warrior

to be without father

to teach him how to be man.

This is the one l was calling Emiliano.

Very brave, has taken many scalps.

He has six horses, and two squaws,

but one old and will soon die.

He's good hunter.

Never hungry, his wickiup.

This is one who is called Kloori.

He has ten horses, one squaw.

Sachito, brave warrior, many horses.

Not much beat squaws, sings very loud.

- Boy, go stand by my horse.

- Yes, Vittorio.

Small Warrior never to see tears,

Apache does not weep.

Chief, you can't make me do this,

Im married.

You are fool, your man dead.

Soon come planting rain.

lf your man come home by then, good.

lf not, you take Apache brave.

Remember, time of planting rain.

He's getting kind of deep

into Indian territory.

And so are we.

What are you squawking for?

You're getting well paid.

He'll be making camp pretty soon.

Don't get a chance at him then,

we'll turn back.

Quiet, Sam, l hear them.

Come on, Sam.

That's his camp, all right.

Rifle's gone,

must be out looking for camp meat.

- You're all right, you're not hurt bad.

- This tintype saved me.

That did it.

Now, every Apache between us

and the ranch will be alerted.

They'll have us cut off.

No, there's nobody between us

and Fort Seddon.

Beat it, Sam!

- White man understand Apache.

- A little.

He know now how he die.

Your coup stick shows many scalps.

Yes, many. Soon, you.

Man's scalp would look

out of place there.

You took all yours from squaws,

papoose, and dogs.

Your lodge should be real proud of you.

You will take long time die.

Where are soldiers, White man?

- How many?

- l don't know, Vittorio.

You know my name?

l saw you once at the Treaty Council

at Fort Meade.

The treaty.

The treaty was like rustle of wind

to White man.

- Now you tell, where are soldiers?

- This, l do not know.

- Hat. Soldier hat.

- l was once a soldier.

Why you here Apache land?

This is for me to know.

Im told you speak insults

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