Young Apache hunts a feast for his bride. Gunshots and Yankee hollers erupt, prompting a gallop home to find massacred families and an assaulted wife. That’s when he strikes, leaping through the Confederate ranks like a demonic jackrabbit. Fear spreads as he snatches them in singles.
Tracking his movements, a soldier slashes at the native with his blade. The Apache’s wife aids him in a flash, slipping her binding ropes around the apple of her captor’s throat, choking his life away. Her eyes glisten with hate filled tears which are soon wiped away by her husband’s consoling, blood drenched arms.