Cochise lay on a high ledge and peered at the two columns of bluecoat soldiers below. The movements of Pindah soldiers are predictable as mules, decided the new Apache chief. What kind of warriors behave in this manner? The stupidity of his foe confounded him. Perhaps they are trying to trick me, he thought. But he knew no Apache leader could turn away from such a stirring challenge, such a tempting target. Meanwhile, below, the U.S. captain in command of the dusty blue-coated column tried to stay alert for signs of the Apache. But it was hard to keep himself or his men from sliding into stupefied weariness, so sure were they all that this hunt, like all the hunts before it, would be fruitless. Once again the Indians surely had split up and vanished as if into thin air. Once again the finest fighting force in the U.S. Army would return to post with unfired weapons and wounded pride. Before the day was done, both Apache warrior and U.S. soldier would learn a lesson about each other that they would never forget …
Born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, Len Levinson served on active duty in the U.S. Army from 1954-1957, and graduated from Michigan State University with a BA in Social Science. He relocated to NYC that year and worked as an advertising copywriter and public relations executive before becoming a full-time novelist. Len has had over eighty titles published and has created and wrote a number of series, including The Apache Wars Saga, The Pecos Kid, The Rat Bastards, and The Sergeant. After many years in NYC, Len moved to a small town (pop. 3100) in rural Illinois, where he is now surrounded by corn and soybean fields ... a peaceful, ideal location for a writer.