“A band of Chiricahua warriors swept in a red deathwind up out of Mexico. Their Apache vow—to destroy every white life in the path of their six-day ride across Arizona's dark and bloody ground. Between the hurricaning forces of white and red hatred, history sent a lone Indian ride named Pa-nayo-tishn. The Coyote Saw Him, crying peace—and the fate of the Chiricahua, and all free Apache, was forever altered.”