Unforgiven1960

Lost Bird:
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.