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A Macabre Nightmare

The entire Apache nation gather in the hills above the head quarters of the US army base in New Mexico. Tired of the broken promises of the great white power. Ready to face the long knives in the fort below.

Chris, twenty seven. Twenty seven years and a half, he says. That means he’s twenty seven.

Jonathan, twenty seven too, wearing a furry hat. He’s daft, he is, Apaches never wore furry hats. Or hot pants.

Owen.

These brave warriors face their futures with dignity and courage. They know that nothing can harm them in the rolling plains below. Except tractors and fences and giant puddles of poo …