Subject: Nov.

From: "Victor Ratliff" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 13:28:59 +0200

He spared my life twice merely because I was yourfriend. Wichita Billings wasconstantly the center of his thoughts. Could it be that there were tears in thosecold blue eyes?
Now they had nothing left but theirweapons and their indomitable courage.
I was blind, but you havemade me to see again. There was nothing forthe soldiers of the pindah-lickoyee to avenge. Well, that narrows it down pretty close to one man,doesnt it?
All that I can do is hope, for no longercan we fight against them, answered Geronimo, wearily.
I tell you that Im perfectly willing to takethe chance,Chita. He thought about the matter a great deal.
Long since had Shoz-Dijiji washed the war paint from hisface. It must have been some otherIndian who did it.
That was because he had nothing to live for. Why didnt he plug mewhen he had the chancet? You are a war chief, my son, said Geronimo. The boys are good to me, but its notlike having a man at the head of things. All the rest of you are pindah-lickoyee, for do younot go to live with the pindah-lickoyee?
While Ilive I shall devote my life to killing the pindah-lickoyee.
Now, perhaps, it is better to be a goodwhite man than even a good Apache.
They trod in the footsteps of God, where man andhorse had never walked before.
Had it been otherwise I should never have told youwhat I am going to tell you now.
Now, perhaps, it is better to be a goodwhite man than even a good Apache. All your worries about the ranch would be over.
At a smart trot the Be-don-ko-he war chief led his fellowsthrough the rough mountains.
You bring a message from the white-eyed chiefs toGeronimo? He sat upon his war pony andlooked into her eyes. Youbelong on a throne, with a retinue of slaves and retainerswaiting on you.
I hope to God that he is dead, said the girl.
All this talk was translated from English into Spanish andfrom Spanish into Apache.
Well, she said, laughing, you might teach the cows howto drill.
Geronimo whispered to Shoz-Dijiji who nodded understandingand assent.
They had words last time the Siwash was around here,yolunteered another. Shoz-Dijiji arose and started downtoward the camp. When she had ceased speaking she turned and walked backinto the house, closing the door after her. He told me how we could be brothers to each other.
To Fort Marion in a country called Florida.
We placed a large stone on the blanket before us.
Youhave been a good father to Shoz-Dijiji.
Shoz-Dijiji went to the reservatiop at San Carlos,replied the young man.