"GERONIMO . . . APACHE!"

Before the turn of the century this cry would have sent every settler from Mexico to the White Mountains of Arizona scurrying for his life or his gun. And with good reason. For nearly twenty years the great Apache War Chief Geronimo and his renegade braves terrorized the entire Southwest. Hadn't the Mexican rurales killed his wife and family and his people, and hadn't the white men driven the Apache from the hunting grounds given them by the great god Usan? Even Magnus Coloradus, chief of all the Apache, had been murdered after surrendering to the white soldiers, and his people driven onto wretched government reservations.

Better death in battle! The peaceful days of Geronimo's boyhood, when the Apache hunted the elk and deer, had vanished forever. And so, swearing vengeance, Geronimo with his loyal braves escaped across the plains to strike back from high in the Mexican Sierra Madres.

Years of bitter fighting, capture, and escape followed. But final defeat was inevitable, when well-equipped troops of the United States Cavalry closed in on the Apache's mountain fortress. In General Crook, known to the Apache as Chief Gray Wolf, Geronimo at last had met a worthy and honorable opponent.

This is the exciting story of one of the last of the great and courageous Indian chiefs of the Southwest. Brave in battle, proud in defeat, Geronimo ranks beside Cochise and Crazy Horse in the dramatic story of the American Indian.

From the dust jacket