Cuchilli Oro is Apache - Brutal, unrelenting... and deadly.

"I was looking only for food," Cuchillo told the woman.
She was icily calm and her movements were slow and measured. Then, like someone in a panic, she snatched the shotgun from the floor. Her beautiful face wore the same expression of grim determination as when she had driven the pitchfork into the back of her husband moments before.
She squeezed both triggers. Nothing happened. Cuchillo smiled and spoke.
"If you will give me food, I will forget you tried to kill me, lady."
She looked up from the gun and he knew his smile was useless. Horror turned to triumph on her lovely face when she saw what bad shape the Indian was in.
"It seems to me you are in no position to dictate terms," she countered.
Cuchillo’s vision played tricks on him. Even though he was not moving, the barn pitched right, then rolled left. He closed his eyes and it was the wrong thing to do. He opened them to discover that he was falling toward the floor. He tried to draw his golden knife but his muscles were frozen.
The woman was laughing hysterically.
Once more the sound of her voice seemed to come from a great distance away. But her boots were close. The stock of the shotgun swung much closer. Yes, it is funny that Cuchillo Oro should die in such a way, he thought. By an empty gun in the hands of a woman...