Man with No Name- Apache Language

A handful of Many Dogs’ braver friends snatched up rifles or bows and arrows and closed in around the lone intruder, who seemed totally unconcerned by the menace. He bowed to old Buffalo Going Away and spoke in what was, for a White Eyes, excellent Apache.

“My respects, Old One. You and I have no quarrel unless you decide to make one. It would be an exceedingly rash decision.” He turned on Many Dogs and his expression hardened. “But you and I do have. You’re wanted by the law for a dozen or more vicious crimes and I’ve come to take you in for trial. How you go in is entirely up to you, son. You have a choice of two ways. Either you can go riding beside me on your pony like a man, or you can go tied across it with your head hanging like any other corpse. Frankly, I don’t give a damn which you choose. I’ll collect exactly the same bounty either way I deliver you.”

He waited, smiling faintly, his entire body at ease, as relaxed as if he had merely issued an invitation to a feast of roast mescal roots.

- The Million-Dollar Bloodhunt, chapter 1