“We were always in the middle. The Apaches were like a wolf pack that came from the mountains to kill, steal and destroy what we still had. After they left, the white man came and ransacked what was left.”—Chief White Wolf, Pima Warrior
“I"ve read this, Father,” the tall, sturdily-built long-haired man in the gray suit placed the thin book gently on the table before the wizened old man across from him. “Dozens of times, and I"ve read it to my children, your grandchildren. Your story lives in our hearts. But, Father, there must be more. You"ve seen so much, lived through so much. When you leave us, you will take your story with you. Tell me what you have not had written.”
“The story lies with the Apache,” the old man croaked. He was diagnosed with tuberculosis and his family was informed
