“Oh, shit,” Moon said, losing his temper. “Your hypocrisy stinks worse than his, and you haven’t got the excuse of being stupid! At least he admits it’s not the Indians’ lives he cares about, only their souls.” He pointed at his Indian companion, who was urinating. “Do you love him?” He spat angrily on the ground. “The hell you do! Beneath all this phony love you people preach, you have no respect for Indian ways. You tell him his superstitions are ridiculous, and when he has nothing left, you ask him to believe instead that Jesus walked on water.
