Apache Page #3

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You've heard of the Cherokees. They walk

in peace and hold their heads high,

and work for themselves,

not the white man.

- You have seen this?

- With my own eyes.

Here is the secret of

their pride and their wealth.

Here is the seed of a new life for our tribe.

The corn of Tahlequah.

I ask you, Santos, call the young men

together that l may speak to them.

There are no young men here.

Even the young are old now.

But will they not say that

growing corn is woman's work?

I am a warrior. What i do

can never be woman's work.

And what Cherokees do,

Apaches can do bettler.

The young men will follow me.

A rabbit like Hondo,

we will change all that.

Squaws are for men.

Such thoughts come

too fast for an old man.

You are weary, and the young men

are out working on the road.

Sleep now. Sleep, Massai.

I am weary.

And it's been long

since i drank aguardiente...

and long since i closed both eyes.

You can close both eyes here.

Tell me, does Mr Weddle pay

for the work on the road?

- Except when he is angry.

- And he is always angry.

It is hard to be a man of peace.

It would be so pleasant to kill Mr Weddle.

Our people have been dead.

Massai will make them live again.

A young girl thinks with her heart

and not with her head.

I say his words are smoke

to cloud an old man's eyes.

Smoke to make a sack of corn

seem the price of a squaw.

That is not Santos talking,

it is the aguardiente.

Where are you going?

There is wisdom in the stars.

And i need much wisdom.

All right, take him out.

I thought you were my people.

Santos has the heart of a snake.

And someday i will kill you like a snake,

and your daughter too.

I thought you said you delivered every

single young buck to Florida, Mr Weddle?

Maybe that Massai out in the calaboose

is somebody else with the same name.

Everybody knows you never

make mistakes, Sieber.

I'm only a common mortal.

It was a mistake, was it?

A clerical one, i suppose?

Look.

It is corn, corn from far away.

What do you mean, bustin in here?

Massai brought it back

from the land of the Cherokees.

He said they are a great people.

They raise corn

and live in peace with the white man.

He said Apaches can do the same.

- Massai said this?

- Yes.

Good thing Santos didn't fall for it.

My father is blind, blind with aguardiente.

You made him that way.

- Get outtla here!

- Shut up, Weddle.

Santos has forgottlen how to hope,

like all our people.

Massai can teach us to hope again.

And you want us to let him go.

Is that right?

- Yes.

- Well...

- I'll let you know.

- You do not believe me.

I'll think about it.

Do you think it could possibly be true?

No Apache ever became a farmer yet.

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