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 butt 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 killed 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 killed, this time, by Americans.
