You better tell that brave back at
the creek bank not to walk in the water.

I almost killed him a few minutes ago.
Almost threw a shot at him.
He very young. Will learn.
- lf he lives.
- You are Apache.

Now, hear me, pony-soldiers are near.
Soon will be fought remembered fight.
They will come here first.

- You will not go with them, White man.
- I will not.

Leader of pony-soldiers will question you.
You will say you have seen Apache
trailing to the west.

This I won't do.
- You will not?
- I will not.

You have good man, treasure him.
They're mounting up now
down by the butte.

I don't hear a thing.
There's eight of them I'd say,
or maybe nine.

- There's something in those trees.
- That's a squirrel. Our talking woke him up.

He's put out. There's nine of them.
I love you.
I suppose I shouldn't have said that...
with my husband dead so short a time.
I don't guess people's hearts
got anything to do with a calendar.

You were so wonderful,
refusing to lie for Vittorio.

He was testing me. Indians hate lies.
And I guess I got to feel the same way...
but, once in a while a fella's got to...
lie if it'll make it easier on someone else.