It is 1864 now, and the American's war has not come to the desert lands. They fight among themselves way off to the north. The Yavapai-Apaches are still lords of all they survey. Then one morning the Americans did come, led by a man holding a leather book with a cross stamped in the leather
An evil man who did terrible things to people in the name of a god that looked upon the man himself with repulsion. Miguel ran from his wickiup half asleep when they attacked, the rifle bu*t sent him unconscious
When he came-to he was trussed up, on his back on the ground, looking up at the Americans. He had not been k**ed because they had noticed his blue eyes and knew he was one of them. So, at the age of 16, Miguel was back with his father's people. Once more a family he loved had been k**ed, this time, by Americans