Broken Arrow Page #5

will be angry up there.

This must be the dance preceding

the sunrise ceremony for a girl.

You know about it?

A little bit.

Without words it tells me things.

You are very different from

other whites, Tall One.

You learn to speak our tongue...

...try to understand our ways.

It is good to understand

the ways of others.

I respect your people, Cochise.

You know what I am thinking?

Maybe some day you will

kill me or I will kill you...

...but we will not spit

on each other.

That is how I feel.

The girl inside the wickiup is in

the holiest time of her live.

These four days she becomes

White Painted Lady, Mother of Life.

It is good luck to visit her now.

- Would you like to visit her?

- Yes.

Were you ever wounded?

In my arm.

We will tell her.

For this night only this girl is

more holy than most, maybe...

...because she has been away

from us for a long time.

She is very old for this ceremony.

It's very special.

White Painted Lady...

...I have old wounds.

Yes...

...but each scar is a mark

of love for your people.

The path of you people is

stretched long behind you...

...and you are the head...

...and you are the heart...

...and you are the blood.

Killer of Enemies is your

father and you are his son.

You will be well.

I have brought someone with me.

Then he is welcome.

He has an old arm wound.

Give me your arm.

Does it hurt you?

Sometimes.

It will never hurt again.

Your life will be long.

The good things will be yours.

The sun will shine for you.

What's her name?

Sonseeahray.

It means Morning Star.

Morning Star.

This is called shaving.

You...

...see white men have more hair on

their faces than Indians, so...

...they cut it of instead

of pulling the hairs out.

Maybe you'd like to come closer.

Don't be afraid, Sonseeahray.

See?

I'm not afraid.

I thought you were skinning yourself.

No.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

How did you know I was there?

I saw you through this.

This is much better than looking

in a pool of water.

And now I see you.

What a thing it is.

It's yours to keep.

Well...

...if you had it you could

see how beautiful you are.

Why do you leave? Stay, please.

It is not fitting. I...

...I should have run

away quick before.

Why?

I am not married.

Are you not allowed to

talk to Apache men?

Old men.

Never young men?

Only at ceremonies or in the dancing.

I thought that Apache boys and girls

pick those they wanted.

Well, how can they do that

if they do not meet?

They meet.

- There are ways.

- What ways?

They meet by accident

where no one sees them.

Like my mother could

see me here with you.

I understand.

Now I must go. I have work

to pick juniper berries.

Where?

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