Taza, Son of Cochise Page #2

Open the gates for them.

Where were your sentries, asleep?

They're on duty, General.

They didn't know what hit them.

General Crook, this is Taza,

Chief of the Chiricahuas.

- Is Cochise dead?

- He died five days ago.

- I knew peace would die with your father.

- I did not want it so.

- I warned the Captain.

- You ordered me to capture the Apaches.

- I did.

- You did right.

We'll not talk of right or wrong.

- We'll talk of peace.

- Peace?

He means it, General.

Your soldier coats are my prisoners.

I'll release them

if you fulfill my demands.

What are they?

San Carlos is an empty land.

It's wrong to send us there.

It's according to the treaty.

Cochise signed it and you broke it.

Why should my people be punished

for the evil done by six Chiricahuas?

If you want peace,

you must agree to this.

Let White Eyes punish White Eyes.

- And Apaches punish Apaches.

- Impossible.

Light the torches!

- He punished the six Apaches.

- That's so.

If I hasn't seen it

I wouldn't believe it.

The authority for punishing crimes

rests with the United States government.

Set fire to the fort!

Do we talk peace

or do I ride with Geronimo?

- Hear him out.

- What are your demands?

I have no wish to break my father's word.

We will move to the reservation.

We must have tools

to work the land, seed and sheep.

- Enough food 'til we grow our own.

- Alright.

- Agreed?

- Agreed.

One more thing.

No soldier coats in the reservation.

- You must be policed.

- We'll police ourselves.

That's the army's function.

I'll never agree to that.

Let's Taza form

a Reservation Police Force.

- As an auxiliary to the army.

- Armed?

- And uniformed.

- This I will do.

Are you willing to accept it

even it jeopardizes your army career?

I realize that, sir. But I trust Taza.

Well. I agree.

Release the captives!

I will never betray you, Nantan.

"Nantan"?

When an Apache calls you "Nantan",

he means you're a great leader,

a good friend.

And he will protect you with his life.

Put out the fire!

Weeks later,

the Apache nation led by Taza

left their beloved mountains

and moved to the San Carlos Reservation.

Taza, come in.

I have your uniforms.

- Well, it's yours.

- My people are restless.

They keep asking about the tools.

The seed, the sheep you promised.

They're on their way.

Should be here tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

- Good.

- Try for size.

It will easier fit my body,

than my mind.

- What is it?

- Message from Fort Apache.

The Sixth Cavalry

has captured Geronimo.

Captured? Geronimo?

Yes.

Will he and his people be brought here

in the reservation?

Certainly.

They'll be here in a few days.

We'll be ready for them.

Taza!

It's yours.

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