3. The Ghost Of Chaparral

Episode 3  of season 1.

This episode mainly focuses on Blue’s rescue of an Apache Indian who is being held and abused by a group of Mexican bandits who are working for Manolito’s father, Don Sebastian.
John is not pleased at the rescue as he feels that it will bring on an Apache attack, plus he doesn’t want it to cause any problems with the agreement he has with Don Sebastian. The Apache is afterwards retrieved by other member of his tribe and later dies.
In the meantime an old friend of the Montoya’s, and, separately,  Don Sebastian, arrive at the ranch and want to take Victoria away from Big John as they say he doesn’t love her and is, anyway, breaking the agreement which was made earlier.
Accompanying Don Sebastian are the Mexican bandits who Blue had earlier annoyed. Fights break out between their leader and Blue, and then with Apache warriors who demand the bandits who they blame for killing the captive.  The Apaches leave without taking the bandits, and Victoria decides she wants to stay with John, after which  the ‘guests’ ride off into the wide blue yonder.
During the episode Victoria finds Annalee’s belongings and finds a diary which points her to the way to handle John.
She also continues to try to gain Blue’s trust, and towards the end he becomes more comfortable with her presence after she gives him a book of poems, which at first he rejects but then reads.
The episode ends with Blue reciting to Victoria and his father a poem that he’s memorised from the book.

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The Poem.

MY NATIVE LAND – Sir Walter Scott

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.