The Apache

First thy ponies shall go lame, and then die like the buffalo. Thy legs shall wither and rot off. Sons shall betray their fathers and friend shall turn against friend. Fire shall scourge thy hogans, and thy children shall sicken and thy women be without honor among men. Murder will be done among you, and the souls of thy dead shall whimper restlessly...until my son returns. This was the curse that Cuchillo, chief of the Apaches, pronounced upon the white men under the command of Colonel Rattay, and, beyond all human understanding, the curse came true...