Elena de la Madriaga: Ladies and gentleman, it seems like if the only embarrassment here tonight is my presence, if the truth will... quiet your unspoken questions, I give it gladly. For five years, I was the woman of the Comanche Stone Calf. He treated me like a wife. The work was hard, the scoldings frequent. And occasionally he beat me. I did not bear him any children. I know that many of you regard me as a degraded woman. Degraded by the touch of a savage Comanche, by having had to live as one of them. You said, why did I not kill myself. I did not. Why, I, I can't. Guthrie McCabe: Well I as hell can. She didn't kill herself because her religion forbids it. You know sometimes it takes a lot more courage to live than it does to die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest ligh...t cavalry in the world against Fort Stark. In the Kiowa village, the beat of drums echoes in the pulsebeat of the young braves. Fighters under a common banner, old quarrels forgotten, Comanche rides with Arapaho, Apache with Cheyenne. All chant of war. War to drive the white man forever from the red man's hunting ground.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Custer's dead and around the bloody guidon of the immortal Seventh Cavalry lie 212 officers of the main. Sioux and Cheyenne are on... the war path. By military telegraph news of the Custer massacre is flashed across the long, long miles to the southwest. By stagecoach to the hundred settlements and the thousand farms standing under threat of Indian uprising. Pony Express riders know that one more such defeat as Custer's and it would be 100 years before another wagon train dared to cross the plain. And from the Canadian border to the Rio Bravo 10,000 Indians--Comanche, Arapaho, Sioux, and Apache under Sitting Bull, and Crazy Horse, Gaul, and Crow King--are uniting in a common war against the United States cavalry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ma'am! What am I your maiden aunt? Call me Mrs. Aragon. Call me Belle. Call me madame if you're tired of living, but don't call me... ma'am.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Capt. Rev. Samuel Clayton: What good did that do ya? Ethan Edwards: By what you preach none. By what that Comanch believes, a...in't got no eyes he can't enter the spirit land. Has to wander forever between the winds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These people, they smile at me and show their teeth. But, but it's the eyes that bite. I have not seen the back of anyone's head s...ince I came here. Their eyes are all over my body like, like dirty fingers. I think they would turn their backs, I would leap upon them and my flesh would have to be washed off like filth. You should not have brought me here. I do not belong with these people.... How could I know I would come back to this. For five years with the Comanches my eyes never saw a tear. Now they see the silent questions: How many mestizo children carry her blood in their veins? Why didn't I kill myself?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jesus: Senor, the widow Gomez delivered a son this morning, a boy. Guthrie McCabe: Bully for the widow Gomez.... Jesus: But Senor, it has been more than a year ago since Senor Antonio Gomez has been buried in the church house. McCabe: Well, there's some men y'a just can't trust to stay where you put 'em.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »