Welcome to Leapon Apocalypse. Episode 13, Bronco Apaches. I'm Brandon Seal. The young Lipon

woke up with a sharp pain in his gut. Chivato, as his Mexican and Comanche friends called him,

looked down at a blood-caped compress of herbs packed into a wound in his stomach. He was laying face

up in a ravine, the sun overhead. He started to cry out for his little brother, Vienero,

but something stopped him. He remembered that his brother was okay. They'd accidentally left him

behind after a fight with a band of kickapoos who had ambushed them near Muske's Kwawila, but Chivato had come back for him. It was in his later memory, quote, almost suicide, end quote, and it's why he had the bullet hole in him now. But he'd returned alone to the site where the kickapus had ambushed Chevato's little Lipon

band, dismounted, and he'd begun slinking through the brush in search of his brother.

Through sheer luck or perhaps some subconscious brotherly bond, he found Dinero, hiding in an improvised

foxhole, loosely covered with brush. But the kickapos were still nearby,

and they must have heard the sounds of Chevato and Dino's emotional reunion. They turned toward

the brush and started firing. Chivato told Dino to make a run for his horse. Dineiro made it

and rode away, just as Chivato caught around in his stomach. But Chavato knew how to heal. He'd seen it

all before in a dream. He'd always known what he would do in this moment. He stuffed the wound

with healing herbs from a leather pouch and set a prayer. And then the darkness came to him.

But now he was awake again, and he saw the Kickapoo that shot him nearby, standing over him

almost, but turned away, facing the sun, praying. The Kickapu was going to finish him off,

Chivato realized. He felt around for a weapon, but found nothing, not even the knife that Lipanez

always carried on their hips.

Then he remembered the derringer, concealed by rawhide against his forearm. He popped it forward,

packed the hammer, and crept to within point-blank range of the praying Kickapoo's head.

He pulled the trigger, and the Kickapoo was dead before he hit the ground.

Chivato had been born around 1852 to the Mexican Lipanes, the so-called big water band,

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