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: Ben, what did those Indians want? Ben Zachary
: They offered to buy you for those five horses. Rachel Zachary
: Well, did you sell me? Ben Zachary
: Nope; held out for more horses.
: We come in peace. Ben Zachary
: My land. My sky. You are welcome. Lost Bird
: Young horses. Good for fighting. Good for hunting. You take. Ben Zachary
: I am ashamed. I have nothing to offer you. Lost Bird
: In house. You have woman. One our women. Ben Zachary
: Who told you this. Lost Bird
: Old man. One your tribe. Carry long knife. He say you have one our women. Ben Zachary
: He is crazy. Lost Bird
: Sun speak through him. Talk to dead people. He say woman your house my sister. Ben Zachary
: He lies. Woman my house white. Dahkoi. Father white, mother white. Burned to death by you; by Kiowa. Lost Bird
: How many horses for woman? Ben Zachary
: There are not enough horses in the world. Not as many as you can catch. Not as many as you can steal.
[the Zacharys are discussing the rumors about Rachel
: It's out there, Ben. It's layin' on their stomachs and they don't know what to do. Ben
: Well, it's still a lie and we've got nothin' to be ashamed of. Cash
: What are we goin' to do when one of them says it? What are we goin' to do when one of them says it to Rachel? Ben
: Kill 'em, I guess. Cash
: That's all I wanted to hear.
[Charlie Rawlins has asked Ben for permission to marry Rachel
: Well, Ben; you ain't goin' to shoot Charlie now are you? Ben
: I'm thinkin' about it. If I wasn't so short-handed I might.
[Cash advocates killing the Kiowa outside of the house
: All right, Cash. Let's see if they're after our scalps first.
[shoots the top of one Indian's lance
: I'm going out to talk. Cash, if they break the peace, kill them. Cash
: When will that be? Ben
: When they kill me.
: When the wind's in the right direction, I can smell Injun a mile off. Ben Zachary
: Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that smell is comin' off of me. I haven't changed my dirt since Wichita, Kansas.
: I could marry that handsome, winsome Charlie or that baby Jude. I could even marry you. Ben Zachary
: Watch you language, girl. Rachel Zachary
: Well, why not? We're not cousins. We're not even relatives. Ben Zachary
: We're not even friends.
: Get her out of here! I don't care how you do it, but get her out of here! Ben Zachary
: I'm stayin', Cash. She's stayin'. We're all stayin'. Cash Zachary
: I'm not stayin'. Not with a red-hide nigger!