This was an engrossing story about Wyatt's beginnings.
around 1874/5 in Witchita - [Wyatt] was just about to enter Rowdy Joe's when two men came tumbling out the door, flailing wildly at one another. The smaller one, sprawling in the dirt, was trying to grab a fallen pistol with one hand, kicking at the other drunk the while. Wyatt picked up the gun and tossed it out of reach, thinking to stop at least one killing. The men rolled about on the ground, thrashing at one another and cursing, right to the toes of Wyatt's boots, forcing him to step over them. He was tempted to step in - something in him fairly ached to do it - but he reminded himself he was no longer a constable or a deputy anywhere. He was just an unconvicted horse thief and a former bawdy house bouncer. He sighed, and walked into the saloon.
"Tomas," Wyatt said, "what's an Apache doing so far North?"
Sanchez shrugged. "I am but only half Apache. My mother. My father, he worked up here for the railroad. He come back and die there, Texas. They treated him like el perro there. Up here, he had work and respect. I come to find it."
There was threat of Indians too, out here. "Tomas, you talk Sioux much, since you been up this way? I mean lately?"
"Some. I went hunting, come across some Lakota. I know one of them."
"They going to war on us?"
"Some want war. Some don't. There was a treaty, to say the white man can't come here to the sacred Black Hills. Then comes Custer, finding gold...no treaty anymore. So some want to fight."
Wyatt nodded. "The President did try to negotiate with them. Tried to buy the land. They wouldn't sell."
"Belongs to the ancestors. The spirits. Not theirs to sell. They say Deadwood is stealing their land."
"That how you feel about it? The Sioux were cheated?"
"I feel about it...that maybe some other tribe had this land, long ago, and the Sioux took it. People push people. Some people are better than others but everybody has to move and push, sometime." He fell silent, drank liquor and stared into the fire, its flames doubled in his eyes. "But I tell you something - I don't like a...a mentiroso. A man who tells no truth."
"I agree with you there, Tomas. Governments sometimes lie. There's so many people under them, why, if they tell the truth they're bound to make someone mad. Easier to lie."