Hi, Mommy.
Vittorio says I'll make a good Apache.

I thought... I didn't know he was with you,
I didn't hear anything.

- Apache no make noise.
- Look what he gave me.

- It is lodge token. His.
- It's very pretty, thank you.

He will ride well.
And he no afraid.
- I speak with your mother, go to house.
- Yes, Vittorio.

Lodge should have man.
- My husband will be home any day now.
- I no think so.

I think he dead.
Small Warrior should have father.
See, Sergeant, just like I told you.
That's my horse, all right.
Got my brand on it: "E.L." Ed Lowe.

What he says true?
- Yeah, that's his horse.
- Where'd you get him?

From his ranch,
that's where I'm taking him back.

That's where he can pick him up.
But that's Indian territory, strict orders
against any Whites going in there.

You know something, Joe, I got a bad ear.
I can't hear a thing you're saying.

Aren't you gonna prefer charges
against him?

He may be a mean, ornery,

but he ain't no horse thief.
And I'm not gonna call him one,
to his face or his back.