Soldiers come.
I heard you were wearing the blue coat.
I did not believe it.
Now I know your heart.
It is good to see the great warrior.
You speak pretty good Apache.
Nantan Lupan.
Before the White-Eye came we had a good life.
Now we are forced to stay on this tiny piece of land.
The White-Eye do not understand the way of the Apache.
The medicine man at Cibecue is called the Dreamer.
He says the dead chiefs will rise.
He says the Apache are the true keepers of the land.
I will go to him.
I want to hear his words.
Today while Gatewood talked with me, I looked into my power.
I saw a white horse running.
I saw signs of war.
The dead chiefs will not rise if you are here.
The White-Eye must leave. I pray this will happen.
Where is your heart?
Don't trust the White-Eye.
With them there is no right way.
I am not afraid of their preacher.
The One God will welcome me.
I know you are angry about this war.
The White-Eye...
gave me no choice.
I ask your blessing.
You ask my blessing after this thing is done.
What I did is right.
Now we are fighting Mexicans and White-Eye.
The reservation is bad, but at least we can stay alive.
We have fought the Mexicans for years...
and the White-Eye will never catch us.
Many Apache will die. I must send for Nantan Lupan.
We will talk with him. I ask that you do this.
Old Nana and his people...
will return to Turkey Creek.
Many of his people are too old to fight.
Nantan Lupan will make all of you a prisoner.
We have to trust him.
There is no other way.
I called him my brother.
Go if you must. I have made my decision.
I will not surrender to the White-Eye.
I will stay with you and fight.
But now we will be very few.
Who are these people?
They are Yaqui, not Apache.
The dying Yaqui told me five White-Eye and a Comanche...
They attacked before dawn.
Geronimo is here.
You want me to ride? I'm ready...
You need more rest...
The women have gathered medicine.
Do we leave at dawn?
Don't worry.
We will not fight tomorrow.
Sleep.
I have just seen my power. An iron horse comes over the desert.
I have seen a vision. An iron horse for the Apache.
They are dead because the White-Eye killed them.
You were right to fight the White-Eye.
Everything they said to me was a lie.
You helped them...
I will hate you forever.
There are so few of us left...
We should not hate each other.
She has the coughing sickness.
She will die soon.
Maybe the baby, too.
No one knows why the One God let the White-Eye take our land.
Why did there have to be so many of them?
Why did they have so many guns, so many horses?
For many years, the One God made me a warrior.
No gun, no bullets, could ever kill me.
That was my power...
Now my time is over.
Now, maybe, the time of our people is over.