Apache Page #5

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I got a verified report right here.

"Cattlle stampeded at Willow Springs".

"Railroad bridge destroyed

Somebody knows

how to hit us where it hurts.

Sergeant of the guard!

Sergeant of the guard!

- Get the surgeon.

- Shut up.

Do you think i want

the whole fort to see me this way?

Get the surgeon!

Weddle! What happened?

Massai.

Surgeon!

Fire! Fire!

- Move out to the right. You, to the left.

- Every man on this post, get a bucket!

Sergeant, get the powder

outtla that building!

More water!

Weddle is dead. lt's Massai!

No.

Massai is back. l'm a dead man.

Don't worry, Santos. You will live

a littlle longer, as Mr Weddle lived.

You will have time to think

of your daughter, and she of you.

Not so much as a busted twig.

She knows i'll follow. She'll leave a sign.

Unless he's killed her.

Anyway, no use trackin blind.

We'll move at sunup.

Step where l step.

lf you leave one track for

the soldiers to see, you die before l die.

Not too much.

I cannot stop for a sick woman.

You go now to kill my father?

You cannot reach the water.

Without you to sell,

Santos cannot reach the aguardiente.

It is worse than death.

That's all of it.

Come. We go.

Still only one horse.

It's mighty tired.

Build a fire.

I am weak.

We have not eaten in two days.

I do not have Massai's strength.

Build a fire!

Is it in your mind to kill me now?

I did not betray you, Massai.

The day Geronimo surrendered,

you wanted to die.

I wanted to die with you.

It would have been a great honour.

You came back from far away.

Weary from a journey that

no warrior had ever made before,

but not too weary to think of your people.

And i knew there had

never been a chief like Massai.

You looked at me and i was proud.

And when the soldiers took you,

I pleaded for you.

My father wronged you.

Many men have wronged you,

but now you make yourself

worse than they are.

Now there is nothing in you but hate.

You fight only for yourself.

You kill only for yourself.

You're like a dying wolf,

biting at its own wounds.

Shoot...

if it will make you braver

and stronger to kill a woman.

She's still alive. There's her tracks.

Keep me covered.

Rode off that way.

- The horse carried double?

- Can't tell. The ground's too hard.

Can't follow "em without makin" noise.

Best to wait here.

Massai might not come back.

The brush beds in there

ain't been slept on.

He wouldn't leave without tyin' her.

Sure he can't trust her?

I'm sure.

You sound like a bridegroom talkin.

All the same, we'll have a look around.

All right, scattler out.

Get rid of them horses.

Sieber and the soldiers.

Stay.

Get the horse!

Come.

It was a very small rabbit.

I killed the rabbit. It's for me to decide

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