When I read that a weathered 132-year-old Winchester repeating rifle had been discovered propped up against a juniper tree, just as it had been left when it was abandoned, I wrote to the archaeologist, Eva Jensen, who had come upon the rifle, telling her a story passed down as told to my grandfather.
I followed her a thousand miles. She was the last of Geronimo’s renegade raiders. The Mexicans had begun to call her Chica Brava.
I am Bedonkohe Apache like Geronimo. The White Eyes called me Sergeant Skippy. I had become one of their scouts to keep what remained of my freedom. I was not ashamed. There was nothing left to die for.
Except for the one the Mexicans called Chica Brava.
In the beginning, when Colonel José María Carrasco had killed the…
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