THE DESERT SUN SEARED THE ROCKY CANYON AS THE APACHE CLIMBED FROM HIS HORSE and advanced cautiously to face the white general. Hard and wiry despite his more than 60 years, his countenance locked in a perpetual scowl, his dark leathery skin gnarled by a lifetime in the outdoors and scarred by the bullet and arrow wounds of countless battles, Geronimo confronted Brigadier General Nelson A. Miles. “He had the clearest, sharpest dark eye I think I have ever seen,” Miles recalled. “Every movement indicated power, energy and determination.”
THE DESERT SUN SEARED THE ROCKY CANYON AS THE APACHE CLIMBED FROM HIS HORSE and advanced cautiously to face the white general. Hard and wiry despite his more than 60 years, his countenance locked in a perpetual scowl, his dark leathery skin gnarled by a lifetime in the outdoors and scarred by the bullet and arrow wounds of countless battles, Geronimo confronted Brigadier General Nelson A. Miles. “He had the clearest, sharpest dark eye I think I have ever seen,” Miles recalled. “Every movement indicated power, energy and determination.”
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