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Take his horse.

Who?

Howdy. Howdy.

Are you Mr. Albright?

You'll be John Strandle?

Yes, sir.

This here is Yankee Jones.

How do you do?

You got here quick.

Well, for a thousand dollars, I can ride real fast.

I sent for you, Mr. Randall, because I need a man to do a job.

From your reputation, you sounded like him.

Now that I've seen you, I'm convinced of it.

Well, uh, just what is it you want me to do now?

Marry my daughter.

Huh?

Marry my daughter.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but you'd have to get yourself somebody else. Now, wait a

minute. Hear me out.

Fifteen years ago, this place was raided by Apaches.

They killed my wife and stole my daughter.

She was three years old.

She was taken by Victorio and raised as his daughter.

Doesn't even believe she has a white father.

Victorio, huh?

He is the war chief of all the Apaches. He's done this before.

Taken white children and raised them as his own.

How do you know she's still alive?

Fifteen years, sir.

I have seen her.

Another month ago in Victoria's camp, I spoke with her.

Yankee's a traitor. He does business with Victoria's people.

Well, why don't you just get word to her? You know, tell her the truth. Tell

to come on home. She doesn't want to come home.

She's a princess with a dozen ponies of her own. The finest clothes.

Yankee slave girls to serve her.

Nothing is denied. Why should you want to return here?

As a daughter of a chief, she's seen the best of their way of life.

In a few days, she must marry.

You want me to walk into Victorio's camp and ask that girl to marry me instead

of one of his Indian braves, huh?

Come on now, Mr. Albright.

Now? It must be done now, during the marriage time.

For three days, the Apaches are at peace, even with themselves.

Well, what happens if I don't want to get married right now? I don't want a

wife. The marriage would be a patsy and not legal here.

And what if I did marry her? How am I going to get her back here?

Under the law, she would be a property.

If you come back here, she must follow.

Mr. Randall, I'm not very good at it.

I've never done it before.

Do you want to see me on my knees?

All right, sir.

You just bought yourself a cinnamon roll.

We should not have come, Patron.

Now you tell me.

Come on.

You're going in?

Not going in, I'm afraid of.

It's Black Horse, one of Victoria's war chiefs. Yeah, well, you tell him we come

in peace, huh?

You have already said it, White Eyes.

I speak the English tongue.

Why do you come here?

Well, it's a time of peace.

I wish to see Victoria.

Go back.

There will be no killing this day, Victoria.

I want to see the white girl.

She is called White Antelope.

Yeah, well, I'd like to talk to her.

Go back to the man Albright, Pindar -Lacoyer, and tell him Victorio's

will never go to him.

You are fortunate, White Eyes.

Take the message back to the Albright men.

I thought you said this was a time of peace.

Until the sun sets today.

You said three days.

I guess I was wrong, Petron.

Yeah, I guess you were.

Listen, White Eyes, I'm tired of war.

White Antelope is Apache, and the Pindar -Lakoya, we shall not take her.

You know she's Albright's daughter.

That is true, but does your gun belong to the man who made it?

But a woman is not property.

That is why White Antelope shall not be taken from her people, unless it is her

choice to go.

Albright has sent other men.

Other hunters who wish to collect the bounty is posted for this woman's

Do you wish to join them, White Eyes?

Well, uh, it's time for the girl to marry.

That is true.

One horse is tied before my teepee now.

Well, an Apache girl has got the right to choose a man she wants.

A white girl should be able to choose one of her own kind.

You wish to marry White Antelope?

Well, uh, there comes a time...

When a man thinks of marrying, is it white antelope you want or is it the pin

the Lacoya Albright's called, huh?

No matter.

It is for white antelope to decide.

It is right that she should choose one of her own kind if that is her wish.

Black horse has promised ten horses, three rifles, two yaki slaves if white

antelope chooses him.

Well, uh, it's a high price.

More than any other shish in the gill has ever brought her father.

But even then, it will not be enough to make up for the emptiness that will fill

my teepee when she is gone.

Well, I don't know.

It's probably more than she's worth, but 20 horses, three rifles, and

three wagon loads of dried corn instead of the yaki girls.

How do I know that you will deliver these gifts?

Victorio, you're an honorable man. So is Albright.

The promise will be kept when I return to his house.

Within the hour, you may tie your pony before my teepee and take part in the

games.

It is the time of peace.

And even a Pindalakoye will be accepted as the brother of the Shishinde.

Until the sun sets today.

If I don't return to Albright, the promise won't be kept.

Perhaps seeing you on the point of a lance will be worth more than the gifts

promise.

I am with you, Fatron.

Without my help, you could have had a lot of trouble.

You'll tell Albright what a good guy I am, eh? How I helped you bring back the

girl.

Yeah, even when I get out of this place in one piece, I'll be sure and tell him.

Come on.

You did not know me?

You look very pretty.

You mean for an Apache?

I mean as a woman.

You're not like the other white eyes I've met.

All white men are alike.

At least you're not like the others.

I am sorry I shot at you.

Is the man all bright?

Paying you to come here and bring me back to him?

He wants you back with him.

That is not an answer.

Your name is Doris.

Doris Albright, and you don't belong here.

You deserve a chance to be with your own people.

The Sheets in day are my people.

Are they?

Victorio is my father.

And the Sheese Inde are my brothers.

Damon Albright is your father, and he's got more feeling for you in his little

finger than that whole Apache tribe does.

How would you know? You came after me only for the money Albright has offered

for my return.

You would even marry me to get it.

What are you doing in the clothes of a Pindalacoye?

Because I am Pindalacoye too.

You are a squaw.

You will be Black Horse's squaw.

I honestly don't see the point in impressing a girl with a foot race.

It is much medicine if you win.

But you won't win.

He knows my people. He was telling

me of them.

Yeah.

This is not good, Patron. Not good at all.

Well, uh... What comes next?

You wrestle.

Move fast, Patron. If he throws you from the ring, you lose.

But I think Black Horse will try to kill you instead.

Thanks.

You have chosen.

I have chosen.

Then you will go in peace.

There's a job here for you.

You can stay if you like.

Wouldn't work out.

I understand.

Thanks, Mr. Randall.

What are you doing out here?

I go where my husband goes.

You can't go with me here. Stay here with your father.

You are my husband.

Listen to me here.

It would be very pleasant to be her husband.

But I have nothing to offer. My way of life would only hurt you.

I will share your emptiness.

I can't allow that.

I will go back.

That's your decision.

But I'll tell you this.

Although today I can't be her husband, as Victoria taught you, there's always

tomorrow.

And your gentleness has filled my heart with a memory I will carry always.