Nightwing

Bringing you the coolest sounds

from KMGX, Tucson, the jewel of the west.

Let me warn all you good people,

it's gonna be a broiler today.

Predicted highs of 100 in Tucson, Phoenix,

and up to 120 in the desert,

so stay close to your swimmin' pools.

And those of you who may be planning

to visit the Maski Reservation this weekend

for the annual rain dance,

don't count on those dancers, bring your own water.

And now here we go back to the big C&W beat,

Crystal Gayle's "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue."

Where in the hell have you been?

Cleaning swimming pools.

What do you gotta show me?

Well, come on.

When did you find him?

Sunup.

Wave that thing, Ben.

Did you hear anything last night?

No, nothin'.

Keep it moving, Ben.

She didn't kick anything.

Her hooves are smooth.

Well, what do you think?

I don't know.

It was coyotes.

No, you would have heard 'em.

Besides, no coyote makes bites like that,

and no cat makes bites like that either.

What the hell did you do?

Sent for Walker Chee.

That wasn't right, Joe.

Well, it's my business, Duran.

You ought to know better than that.

The Pahana have no jurisdiction here.

Well, they got what I need.

Pahanas are like Anglo's, they got everything.

Whirlybirds, animal doctors.

And Chee, he gets things done.

All we've got here is a bunch of

goddamn priests chewin' datura root.

And you!

Came as quick as we could, Joe.

I appreciate that.

Hello Deputy.

You got no right being here, Chee.

Joe asked us over.

This is Maski territory,

or did you forget?

You're right, Duran.

I should have given you a call, but Joe had trouble.

Why are we arguing about territory?

We're all interested in the same thing.

And what's that?

To find out what killed Joe's mares, right?

I mean, that is the problem, or am I wrong?

Come on, Joe, show us the way.

In here.

Never seen anything like it.

Any ideas, doc?

No.

She'd have died of blood loss

if you hadn't shot her.

Gonna have to take some skin, blood samples.

What about the smell of ammonia?

That's right, it's strong as hell.

You use ammonia out here?

No.

Well, could you hurry it up, doc?

I got some important business back in Diamond Rock.

You selling the reservation this time?

Why don't you come off it, Duran?

I'm tired of your little putdowns.

I spent my whole life trying to bring some industry,

some help to this hellhole,

and not for my own people,

but for your people as well.

Now, you really want to know what's happening?

I'll tell ya.

Peabody Mining has found some shale oil

out in some of those canyons,

and I'm gonna nail that oil down

before it gets lost in the fine print

of the Indian Bureau's contract department.

So if you really want to be helpful,

you'll go back to your people

and have some of your priests

say a few prayers for me.

Whatever you say, Chee.

Only don't make any deals that include Maski.

Okay?

And that goes for your private police, too.

Right, Deputy, right.

What about you, Joe?

What about your mares?

What about them?

Well, I can tell you what's gonna happen.

Nothing's gonna happen.

What do you mean?

He'll file a report,

stick it in a cabinet in the bureau,

and that'll be it.

Let Chee find out what bled your animal to death.

Made bite marks no one's ever seen

and left a stink of ammonia.

So long, Joe.

Now, wait a minute, Duran-

No, no, no, you talk to Chee.

He's got whirlybirds and doctors.

Me, I'm just a dumb Maski cop.

He's right about one thing, though.

What's that?

These bites, they go right through to the bone,

just like razors.

Just like piranha fish.

Clean through the hide, right to the bone.

Hello, Duran.

That's quite a piece of artwork.

I'm sorry, boy, but they've all got to die.

Is that a fact?

Anybody I know?

Wine is good and cold, Abner.

Don't want any.

Menlo brothers worked hard to bring you this wine.

Imported from California.

They can keep it.

Now, you promised me

you would never make magic around me.

You told me you didn't believe in it.

That's not the point.

It scares the tourists.

No tourists around here.

Now, you know that's bullshit.

Two weeks ago, you stood in the middle of the highway naked,

covered in rabbit's blood, and wearing a coyote head.

And damn near wiped out a camper

full of little old ladies on their way to Vegas.

Them old ladies had blue hair!

It took me all afternoon to calm them down.

I sent for the fire clan priests.

They should see this.

The priests are afraid of you.

Everyone is afraid of you.

Everyone except you?

To me, you've always been a great man,

but you chased everyone away.

The time has come for them to die.

The priests?

Everyone.

They all got to go.

I saved the centre for the tablet of Yehwah.

The tablet's a myth, Abner.

No one's ever seen it.

I've seen it.

It's real.

It has great power.

You're stoned on datura root.

Have to open my mind.

You want some?

No, thanks.

I'll stick with the Menlo brothers.

Just what the hell are you up to, Abner?

I've opened a circle.

I'm ending the world.

The 4th world.

Hmm?

When?

Today.

I've decided to end the world.

They all have to go.

The damn Pahanas,

the federal court,

the Indian Bureau,

the mining companies,

and all them Anglo cities puttin' out their poison!

I set Yehwah free of the circle.

Look here.

You see that running figure between the snakes?

That's you.

You're coyote warrior clan.

You have more power than the fire clan priests,

and I need your help,

because I'm going to die tonight.

That's why I sent for you.

For what, Abner?

To see the painting.

To know I've opened a circle.

To know you are a part of it.

I'm sorry.

I got to end the world.

But it's a last chance for our people.

You understand that, don't you, boy?

Goodbye, Abner.

That's good, Lena.

That's good, Lena.

Hold your breath and push.

That's good, push.

And just keep on pushing.