As one and all know, all good things do come to an end. We knew that our glory days in the Arizona Territory were coming to a close. We decided that, rather than go out in a blaze of glory, we would move cautiously and attract as little attention as possible to avoid whatever the US Army was preparing to send our way. Unfortunately, around the middle of March of 1866, the Army had other things in mind.
Although I was riding with Death Star, we kept close contact with the other Chiricahua tribes in the area, which included those of Geronimo, Cochise and his father-in-law, Mangas Coloradas, who was leader of the Bedonkohe clan. In my opinion, the Chiricahua were the toughest of all the Apaches, which is why they had the worst reputation. They would just not lay down for the white man as the
