Frank DeKova credited as playing...
Ocheo
- Ocheo: It is said among my people that no man judge another until he walks in his moccasins for one moon.
- Ocheo: Why do you fight me? Have you not eyes to see this is not of my doing? The evil ones used guns. I have only arrows. The tracks were made by white man's horses, not by the Indian pony. There is much to do. I will help you.
- Ocheo: It is not good to be alone. When I was a boy, I lived in the Lodges of my father's people, the Cheyenne, and made war on my white brothers. But always more came and their guns were stronger medicine than our arrows. I spoke for peace and, at times, there was peace. Then I rode with the Pony Soldiers. I carried the words of my white father to the Indian borthers.. And war came again and the Cheyennes were my enemies. Now I have no enemies. But I have no friends. There is no welcome for me at any fire. It is not good.
- Ocheo: I brought only a handful of flowers from the high rock above the snowline. All the camp laughed at the foolish Cheyenne who came to win a woman with just a handful of flowers.
- Ocheo: For more winters than you have lived, my son, this knife has been in my heart. I have been what I am, a brother to the fox, to the crow, because I do not belong to the world of men. You must go back to your own people. Seek out a good man and follow him.
- Ocheo: Once many winters past, I too was mad with the grief that is in you now. A wagon of supplies belonging to the Pony Soldiers was ambushed, the driver killed, the wagon burned. Then the soldiers came upon a Piute village where there were only women and children. The braves were out hunting. The soldiers believed that the evil was of the Piute doing. The soldier leader was young and rash. He ordered the village burned as a lesson. When the women and children tried to stop this, they were shot down. Among them were Dove woman and my son.
- Ocheo: What song is that?
- Rodney Lawrence: I don't know. I heard a man and a woman singing it.
- Ocheo: Where there are women there is always singing.
- Rodney Lawrence: Women sing thicker than blackbirds and noisier too. The young men quarrel over their smiles and hurting words are said in anger. They are quick to fight. And the games their children play are games of killing.
- Ocheo: Mmm. I am a sight to behold. Truly you are a fox at trading. Or your people are good and generous.