Walt: Then how were these maps made?
Aaron: When I was a boy...
Grandma go go drove
all over the place,
taking down every Cheyenne
grave marker she could find.
For every grave,
she Drew a map.
Walt: Why?
Aaron: I believe that was when Cheyenne graves were being ransacked for artifacts. You can't rob graves you can't find.
Walt: Who knew your sister had these maps?
Aaron: Nobody among the living.
Henry: Is that the truth, Aaron,
or another one of your riddles?
Aaron: You tell me, shiny apple.
Or maybe you can't tell the difference between a shiny lie
and the plain truth. Shiny lie!

From epi-6:
Walt: Aaron, your sister's dead.
That why you rode past
my cabin this morning...
to tell me?
Aaron: No. Your cabin rode past me.
Henry: Aaron...Walt is looking for
your sister's killer, so cut the crazy-Indian act for a minute and help.
Aaron: Maybe...I should follow your example...And pretend not to be Indian at all. Red on the outside,
white on the inside. Here, a shining apple for your teacher!
Walt: Aaron, where were you
last night?
Aaron: Home.
Henry: You are homeless.
Aaron: Shining apple, so are you!