Schuh des Manitu, Der

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In 1862, the first

trans-continental railroad

triggered a rush of

white settlers heading West.

They all rushed into the land

that once belonged to the indians.

It was at this time that Ranger,

a white Southerner,

rescued Abahachi,

chief of the Apache,

at an unguarded rail road crossing.

Apache customs demanded

they become blood brothers.

They had no choice.

Abahachi and Ranger did

what tradition called for.

Ouch! You crazy?

Slow down, turn ahead!

Shut up! I drive this route every day!

Dull arrow.

Pointy arrow!

Strangers!

Abahachi's face shows

pain and grief.

Dark clouds gather over the land

where the Shoshone live.

Abahachi and his white brother

Ranger bid their "Hugh"

to Merry Mole, chief of the Shoshone.

Mighty.

What?

His name is Mighty Mole.

Abahachi brings the chief's dead son.

Abahachi is a murderer!

Just a sec, big misundertanding!

Yes, very big indeed!

Aweng konakate!

Hey, what's that on your arm?

Is that a dog?

What?

Ugh...

Well...

Where is my gold?

Just let him finish, asshole!

Hush, are you're crazy?

Should he let you finish or not?

Ok. The story was like this:

We had an appointment

Ok. The story was like this:

We had an appointment

with a realtor from Wyoming.

I had seen his ad in the paper,

and I quote:

"Quiet saloon in mint condition,

and I quote:

"Quiet saloon in mint condition,

no transfer fee, available immediately".

The new pub for my tribe!

His employees looked

respectable to us!

I didn't want to miss such a bargain

and borrowed your gold.

Indians!

Hiya!

Right on time, as the Shoshone always are,

your son Rabid Rabbit

brought the Shoshone credit.

Everybody liked each other.

Whazup, wimp?

May I introduce:

Rabid rabbit, Santa Maria; Santa Maria,

Ranger, Ranger, Santa Maria, Rabit,

son of the chief of the Shoshone.

See, see, Shoshone!

The deal was closed!

I was the proudest Indian in the whole world!

Term:
15 years, interest rate 33%.

Yes, exactly!

What did he just say?

Not sure, he has a strong dialect.

Abahachi?

Yes! Oh!

One bottle of firewater for free!

Congratulations to your new saloon.

This is on the house!

I baptize you to be called...

Uh...

Apache pub.

- Apache pub.

Well, I'd complain about that.

Feels comfortable in the hand!

Congrats! Great door!

You're never happy!

Always complaining!

BBQ nights, hanging out together,

indian classes in your own saloon!

I never mentioned classes!

End. Done!

Hand me the white flag!

How am I supposed to get

a white flag here?

Every indian always carries one,

just you don't!

Then it became quiet, too quiet.

The realtor from Wyoming

and his employees had left.

Just your son lay in the grass.

I was wondering how he could

sleep with all that noise.

They are gone!

I don't think he cares.

Why?

He is...

We paid last honors

to Rabid Rabbit.

Is there anything

you can actually pull off?

Truth is:
the man who cheated my

tribe out of its new saloon

is also the murderer of your son.

And on top of that,

is also the murderer of your son.

And on top of that,

he also stole your gold!

What is the name of that man?

Santa Maria!

You stole the gold from the Shoshone!

You killed my son!

You stole the gold from the Shoshone!

You killed my son!

And now you bad mouth

the firends of my tribe!

How right you are, Mighty Mole!

Unbelievable!

These are the murderers

of your son!

No! Don't believe him!

Santa Maria speaks with

a twisted tongue!

When the sun has been

victorious over the moon

the Shoshone will send

Abahachi and his white brother

to the happy hunting grounds.

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