Ellen Grange:
You're going to kill me.
Chata:
No. You will be alive when I bury you in the grave of my son.
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to his wife]
Willard Grange:
My horse is dead and you're back - shoulda been the other way around.
Ellen Grange:
I wonder if they'll stay on the reservation this time.
Jess Remsberg:
Why should they?
Ellen Grange:
They all think that any decent woman would prefer to die than live as an Apache squaw. Maybe they're right.
Jess Remsberg:
Death comes soon enough. Anyone who hurries it is a damn fool.
Chata:
You white eyes want us all dead, but when I die, it will not be as a reservation Indian. I will die Apache - killing my enemies.
Lt. Scotty McAllister:
You were a pretty good sergeant once, Toller, but now you're just another money grubbing civilian.
Toller:
You used to be a pretty good sergeant yourself, McAllister, but now you're just a... rank officer.
Willard Grange:
You mean you like living with a bunch of savages?
Ellen Grange:
You don't understand.
Willard Grange:
Well, no, I don't understand. Lots of white women have been grabbed off by an Indian, and many a decent one of them would have killed herself before she let them turn her into an Indian squaw.
Ellen Grange:
I'm not that decent, I guess!
Willard Grange:
Oh, don't shout. They'll hear ya.
Ellen Grange:
You don't care what happens to me... but only what people think about you.
Willard Grange:
I do business with them people.
Ellen Grange:
The same people who treat your wife like dirt. I was better off with the Indians!
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