Tuesday, January 31, 2012

JOHNNY MONTANA by Michael Zimmer



John Owens became known as Johnny Montana in the Redhawk Mining District of southwestern Montana Territory.  And he and his partners became successful gold miners.  Now Brett Cutter and his gang of Cut-Throats are attacking the miners and stealing their gold.  So Johnny Montana and the miners decide the best way to avoid attack is to get the gold out of there.  Johnny Montana is the hero and Johnny Montana is Michal Zimmer’s western story.  It’s up to Johnny to get $48,000 in gold dust and pea sized nuggets from the rough-hewn mining community of Ruby City to Salt Lake City.  Others had tried it and no one had made it.  This will be a hard book for you to put down.

Turn off the TV; settle down somewhere comfortable and within a few pages, in an almost mysterious way, Zimmer will put you right in the middle of the action.  In Johnny Montana, western novelist Zimmer will have you riding right along with Johnny and trying to get the gold out of Montana.  You’ll accept as true that you are in 1863 Montana Territory, giving Johnny a hand packing the gold in panniers, helping Allie Purcell get through that snowy pass with the bad guys in close pursuit, and coming off that last summit before Salt Lake City.

Michael Zimmer, author of five Western novels, is an American history buff who has done much research on the Old West.  He has experienced many of the things his characters experience, has been on horseback treks with authentic 1800s equipment and owns and shoots a number of Old West Firearms.  While still in high school, Michael Zimmer started breaking and training horses.  He grew up on a small Colorado horse ranch and now lives in Utah with his wife Vanessa.  His latest Five Star Western is Wild Side of the River.

Johnny Montana is published by Five Star Publishing, a part of Gale, Cengage Learning.  Michael Zimmer’s website is www.michael-zimmer.com.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Geronimo in Mexico: “Facing the Mexican Cavalry”


Most of us know of the Apache leader Geronimo but most of what most of us know we learned at the movies.  Leader of the Chiricahua Apaches, Geronimo led the fight against the expansion into Apache tribal lands by the United States during the Apache Wars.  But you knew that much from the movies.  The greatest wrongs that were visited upon the Apaches were from the United States government.  But it all started in Mexico…and we continue with the story.

In the summer of 1860, Geronimo was again able to take the warpath against the Mexicans, this time with twenty-five warriors. They followed the trail of the Mexican troops last mentioned, the Mexicans who had attacked the Apache settlement in Arizona, and entered the Sierra de Sahuaripa Mountains.

On the second day in these mountains, the Indian scouts discovered mounted Mexican troops. There was only one company of cavalry in this command, and Geronimo thought that by properly surprising them he could defeat them. The warriors set up an ambush on the trail over which the Mexicans were to come.  This was at a place where the whole company had to pass through a mountain defile. The Apache war party held their fire until all of the troops had passed through; then Geronimo gave the signal to fire.  The Mexican troopers, seemingly without a word of command, immediately dismounted, and placing their horses on the outside of the company for breastworks, made a good fight against the Indians.

Geronimo saw that the warriors could not dislodge the Mexicans without using up all their ammunition, so Geronimo led a charge. The Indians suddenly pressed in from all sides and they fought hand to hand.  During this encounter, Geronimo raised his spear to kill a Mexican soldier just as the Mexican leveled his gun at him.  Geronimo was advancing rapidly but his foot slipped in a pool of blood.   Geronimo fell beneath the Mexican trooper. The Mexican struck Geronimo over the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him senseless.  Just at that instant, a warrior who had been following in Geronimo’s footsteps killed the Mexican with a spear.

Within a few minutes, not a Mexican soldier was left alive. When the Apache war-cry had died away, and their enemies had been scalped, the Indians began to care for their own dead and wounded.  Geronimo was found lying unconscious where he had fallen. They bathed Geronimo’s head in cold water and restored him to consciousness. Then they bound up Geronimo’s wound and the next morning, although weak from loss of blood and suffering from a severe headache, he was able to march on the return to Arizona. Geronimo did not fully recover for months, and for the rest of his life wore the scar given him by that Mexican musketeer.

In this fight, the Apaches had lost so heavily that there really was no glory in their victory, and they returned to their home in Arizona. No one seemed to want to go on the warpath again that year.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

DEATH ON THE TRAIL by Steven Yount


It was a long and complicated journey that took Turner Brown, a former Union cavalry officer and Deputy U.S. Marshal, from the Civil War to the West.  Author Steven Yount’s Death on the Trail takes the reader back to the New Mexico Territory in 1868.  Only by chance was Brown in Santa Fe when John Robert Bean, an unabashed Texas rebel, led his gang in a blood-spattered bank robbery of the Miners and Merchants bank.  It was a hold-up that that left three innocent people dead.  And a hold-up that led Turner Brown on another quest to bring justice to the West.

Death on the Trail is is an excellent, old fashioned Western adventure with all the riding and shooting a fan of Western novels would expect.  Lots of Indians, too.  And a little bit of romance thrown in for good measure.  What makes Death on the Trail a true Western adventure is author Steven Yount’s knowledge of Western history and attention to detail.  The reader can really see that bank in Santa Fe, taste that breakfast at the Union Saloon and choke on the dust kicked up by a hard riding posse.  Yount has a good grasp of Civil War history and New Mexico history, as well, plus a positive working knowledge of the lore of all the indigenous people in and around New Mexico.  The main character, Turner Brown is loosely based on the author’s own great-grandfather.  Death on the Trail is the first novel of what will be a four book series.

Steven Yount, the author of The Turner Brown Westerns is a veteran, award-winning broadcast journalist who has worked as a news reporter and news anchor at the premier all-news radio stations in Philadelphia, Chicago and New York City as well as the most prestigious financial news reporting publication in America, The Wall Street Journal Radio Network.  This Easterner who knows the West now lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico with his wife, Joanne, their Cocker Spaniel, Joey, and their Chihuahua, Lola.  

Death on the Trail, A Turner Brown Western, is available at www.booklocker.com/books/5618.html.
The Ebook version is available at www.amazon.com/dp/B0058PROO2.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Geronimo in Mexico: “Two small forays and defense of the Homeland”


Most of us know of the Apache leader Geronimo but most of what most of us know we learned at the movies.  Leader of the Chiricahua Apaches, Geronimo led the fight against the expansion into Apache tribal lands by the United States during the Apache Wars.  But you knew that much from the movies.  The greatest wrongs that were visited upon the Apaches were from the United States government.  But it all started in Mexico…and we continue with the story.

Almost all of the other Apaches were satisfied after the battle of Arispe, feeling that Kas-Ki-Yeh had been avenged.  But Geronimo still desired more revenge. For several months the Apaches were busy with the chase and other peaceful pursuits. Finally, Geronimo succeeded in persuading two other warriors, Ah-koch-ne and Ko-deh-ne, to go with him to invade the Mexican countryside.

The three warriors left their families with the tribe and went on the warpath. They were on foot and carried three days’ rations. The Apaches entered Mexico on the north line of Sonora and followed the Sierra de Antunez Mountains to the south end of the range. Here the three decided to attack a small village. History does not remember the name of the village because Geronimo himself could not remember. 

At daylight the Indians approached from the mountains.  Five horses were hitched outside of a dwelling. The war party advanced cautiously, but just before they reached the horses, the Mexicans opened fire from the houses.  Geronimo’s two companions were killed.  Mexicans swarmed on every side; some were mounted; some were on foot, and all seemed to be armed. Three times that day Geronimo was surrounded, but he kept fighting, dodging, and hiding.  Several times during the day, while in concealment, Geronimo had a chance to take deliberate aim at some Mexicans, who, gun in hand, were looking for him. Geronimo’s aim was perfect each time.  

With the gathering darkness, Geronimo found more time to retreat toward Arizona.  But the Mexicans did not quit the chase.  Several times the next day, mounted Mexicans tried to head Geronimo off.  The Mexicans fired at Geronimo many times.  But since Geronimo had no more arrows and could not return the fight, he depended upon running and hiding.  Geronimo very tired, had not eaten since the chase began, nor had he dared to stop for rest.  During the second night, Geronimo got clear of his Mexican pursuers, but he never slackened his pace until he reached his home in Arizona.  Geronimo came into the camp without booty, without his companions, exhausted, but not discouraged.

The wives and children of his two dead companions were cared for by their people. Some of the Apaches blamed Geronimo for the evil result of the expedition, but he said nothing.  Having failed, it was only proper that Geronimo should remain silent.  But his feelings toward the Mexicans did not change—he still hated them and longed for revenge. Geronimo never ceased to plan for their punishment, but it was hard to get the other warriors to listen to his proposed raids.

Within a few months after this last adventure, Geronimo persuaded two other warriors to join him in raiding the Mexican frontier. On Geronimo’s former raid, they had gone through the Nedni Apaches’ range into Sonora. This time the war party of three went through the country of the Cho-kon-en and entered the Sierra Madre Mountains. The Apaches traveled south, secured more rations, and prepared to begin their raids.

Geronimo had selected a village near the mountains which they intended to attack at daylight.  While the Indians slept that night, Mexican scouts discovered their camp and fired upon them, killing one warrior. In the morning the braves observed a company of Mexican troops coming from the south.  The Mexicans were mounted and carried supplies for a long journey.  The Apaches followed their trail until they were sure that the Mexicans were headed for the Apache range in Arizona.  At that point, Geronimo hurried past them and in three days the two warriors reached their own settlement.

The two Apache braves arrived at their village at noon, and that afternoon, at about three o’clock, those Mexican troops attacked the settlement. Their first volley killed three small Indian boys.  Many of the warriors of the tribe were away from home, but the few who were in camp, under Geronimo’s leadership, were able to drive the Mexican troops out of the mountains before nightfall. The Apaches killed eight Mexicans and lost five of their own—two warriors and the three boys.

The Mexicans rode due south in full retreat. Four warriors were detailed to follow them, and in three days these trailers returned, saying that the Mexican cavalry had left Arizona, going southward. Geronimo was quite sure that the Mexicans would not soon return to Apacheria.

Monday, January 16, 2012


THE SOILED DOVES OF TOMBSTONE
THE SCARLET LADIES OF TOMBSTONE
THE SHADY LADIES OF TOMBSTONE
By Dr. Ken Fogelberg 

Only an aficionado of the cowboy-era who is also a gynecologist could come up with three historic looks at prostitution in the Old West!  Each book in this three book series describes the lives and tells the stories of the ladies of the evening in Tombstone during the silver boom years.

The Soiled Doves of Tombstone gives the reader a quick but precise history of the town of “Tombstone” and then goes into detail with the “Red Light Ladies” including hints on the secrets of beauty and “The Doves,” like Cora Cunningham and Josephine Harcourt, to name just two.  Fogelberg also details the fine points of the “Ordinances” that defined prostitution in Tombstone.

The complete history of “The Bird Cage Theater” opens The Scarlet Ladies of Tombstone, followed by details on “Blonde Mollie,” and the men who fought over her, “The May Killeen Affair” and the murder of her husband, and “Big Nose Kate,” with particulars on Doc Holliday.

“The Earps and their Women” begins The Shady Ladies of Tombstone and that treatise is trailed by “The Madams,” such as Nosey Kate and Mme. LeDeau, “China Mary and Chinese Prostitution” with a look at the Opium Dens, and “Ill Fame Licenses” with complete listings of the girls and the fees they paid.

Each of these chapters in each of these books is chock-full of details, including photographs of nearly every character in Tombstone, court records, newspaper accounts, the licenses and ordinances, and more.  It would behoove anyone writing about anything in Tombstone to use this trilogy for reference because, as Dr. Folgelberg reveals, prostitution touched almost every aspect of life in Tombstone.

Dr. Kenneth Fogelberg is an Assistant Clinical Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology at the University of Washington, Western University of Health Sciences, and Touro University.  He is an active member of SASS and the Wild West History Association.    Ken Fogelberg’s next book, A Man for Breakfast, Flying Lead in Tombstone will be available soon.  The Soiled Doves of Tombstone, The Scarlet Ladies of Tombstone and The Shady Ladies of Tombstone are published by Phoenix Publishing Group and available at www.Tombstone HistoryBooks.com

Friday, January 13, 2012

Paul Dowlin, founder of Ruidoso, NM


          The little mountain village of Ruidoso, in New Mexico has become a West Texas tourist Mecca.  Unfortunately, most folks don’t know the name of the man who started this town.  He built the first building in Ruidoso, he was really Ruidoso’s first resident and his name was Paul Dowlin.  The locals called him Captain Paul. In fact, the town was called Dowlin’s Mill until 1885 when it was renamed Ruidoso for the Rio Ruidoso, the “noisy river” that ran through town. And that stream was the draw that started it all.
          Paul Dowlin was born in Waynesburg, Greene County, Pennsylvania in 1830. He was a Civil War veteran and retired Army captain who served with the New Mexico Volunteers at Fort Stanton in Lincoln County. It was the War of Southern Rebellion that brought him to New Mexico. Dowlin was an officer of Company K, First New Mexico Cavalry and he came from Santa Fe with Colonel Kit Carson in 1862 to re-occupy Fort Stanton after the rebels high-tailed it back to central Texas. .
          The First New Mexico Cavalry was organized on May 31, 1862, attached to the Department of New Mexico, and engaged in operations against Indians in New Mexico and Arizona, and on garrison duty, by detachments, at Fort Stanton and other points in that Department, during their entire term of service. The only report that has Paul Dowlin’s name on it was when, as a Lieutenant, on his return trip from Fort Whipple, Arizona, the Navajo Indians run off fourteen of his mules on Christmas Eve, 1864. Dowlin never talked much about that incident. The regiment mustered out on September 30, 1866.
          Brevet Lieutenant Colonel Emil Fritz was succeeded in command of Fort Stanton by Brevet Major Lawrence G. Murphy in April of 1866. Murphy and Fritz became partners and served as Post Sutlers after Murphy was mustered out with the rest of the regiment in September of that year but they both were forced to leave Fort Stanton due to problems with whiskey sales and other things. They opened up the L. G. Murphy and Company store in Las Placitas del Rio Bonito. Originally named by the Spanish families who settled it in the 1850s, the name of the community was changed to Lincoln when Lincoln County was created in 1869 and named to honor the late president Abraham Lincoln. Murphy, along with his later partner Jimmy Dolan, was in most part responsible, of course, for the Lincoln County War.
          After Paul Dowlin’s mustering out from the New Mexico Volunteers on September 30, 1866, he worked as a Post Trader at Fort Stanton, too, but the Ruidoso River was the draw that led him, and his brother William, to build a mill to saw and plane lumber. The Army was re-building Fort Stanton and needed all the lumber that a local sawmill could cut and level into boards and sell to them. As a veteran, Dowlin got a homestead of 160 acres. And through a land purchase grant he acquired another 600 acres. That encompassed pretty much of where the village of Ruidoso stands today.
          Paul and Will Dowlin began building a sawmill out of adobe bricks in 1869. They first built where the Carrizo Creek and the Rio Ruidoso come together. The Ruidoso Valley Chamber of Commerce building is very near that spot today. Paul Dowlin’s idea was to channel the force of both the creek and the river to run the waterwheel that would power the saw mill. There certainly was a lot of powerful water. In fact, the first Dowlin’s Mill was destroyed by a flood. There were heavy rains and the mill was swept away just a few weeks after its completion.
          In his second attempt at the mill business, Paul Dowlin and Will salvaged what they could from the wreckage of the ruined mill and rebuilt on higher ground for safety.  The brothers Dowlin got some help from Larry Dow and Tom Kinney, both of whom had known Captain Paul when they worked on the rebuilding of Fort Stanton in 1868, and they had helped Paul build the first mill at the confluence of the Carrizo Creek and the Rio Ruidoso. In fact, Larry Dow helped Paul and Will work the mill for a couple of years.
          Because they were now on higher, safer ground they were away from the water. It’s not easy to run a waterwheel where there’s no water. To solve that problem, they constructed a three-mile long flume system of V-shaped wooden troughs, supported by long poles and tree branches, that carried the water from the Carrizo Creek to the mill. But, safety came at a price. It was difficult to divert enough water to operate the mill. At least not enough to power a sawmill. It was now safer but there just wasn't enough water. So, to match the creek’s lower energy, Paul Dowlin decided to establish a grist mill for grinding grain into flour. He had enough power for that.
          Things seemed to have progressed smoothly for Paul Dowlin. The 1870 Census listed him at age 40 as a non-New Mexico born lumber merchant in Lincoln County, Precinct Number Two. The real estate was worth $10,000 and Paul Dowlin’s personal property was valued at $5,000. But, the census doesn’t always get things right. The new mill was a grist mill not a lumber mill. Although they had been living there for generations, the Mescalero Apache Reservation was officially created by an executive order of President Grant on May 27, 1873 and the Mescaleros would stop at the mill to trade for flour. Paul served as postmaster of the little village of Dowlin’s Mill in December of 1873. In 1877, Dowlin sold a half interest in the mill to Frank Lesnett, another Fort Stanton veteran.
          Frank went off to Chicago to marry his sweetheart Annie and they were planning to get to the mill on May 6th. They had to travel by train, stagecoach and wagon all the way from Chicago to Dowlin‘s Mill. Unfortunately, Paul never got to meet Annie because he met his end the day before.
          For reasons unknown, but widely speculated about, Paul Dowlin was shot in the head by a former employee, Jerry Dillon, and died a few hours later on May 5, 1877. Dillon left for Texas and was never heard of again. Dowlin was unarmed at the time and could not defend himself. Paul was survived by his brother Will who notified what was left of his family back in Pennsylvania. Paul Dowlin is buried at the Old Fort Stanton Cemetery, the civilian cemetery located near the government’s Fort Stanton Cemetery.
          The story that started at Fort Stanton and ended in bloodshed did not really end there. Dowlin‘s old mill, the building that started it all, served as a grist mill, a bean thrasher and even a place to purchase "moonshine" from 1868 to the turn of the 20th Century. By 1885 the town had attracted a general store, a blacksmith shop, and a post office which was named Ruidoso after the Rio Ruidoso that folks started building cabins on. It is located near the trail that ran through Lincoln County from the Chisum Ranch on the Pecos River to Arizona. The mill may even have been a good place for outlaws to hide out. They say that during or shortly after the Lincoln County War, Billy the Kid once hid at Dowlin’s Mill in a flour barrel. Whether that's true or not, legend or fact, Dowlin’s Mill was definitely one of Billy’s haunts. He was a family friend of the Dowlin and Lesnett families, and Annie Lesnett is said to be the one who stuffed the Kid in the flour barrel.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Geronimo in Mexico: “Vengeance for Kas-Ki-Yeh”


Most of us know of the Apache leader Geronimo but most of what most of us know we learned at the movies.  Leader of the Chiricahua Apaches, Geronimo led the fight against the expansion into Apache tribal lands by the United States during the Apache Wars.  But you knew that much from the movies.  The greatest wrongs that were visited upon the Apaches were from the United States government.  But it all started in Mexico…and we continue with the story.

It was in the summer of 1859, almost a year from the date of the massacre of Kas-Ki-Yeh, that the three tribes were assembled on the Mexican border to go on the warpath. Their faces were painted, the war bands fastened upon their brows, and their long scalp-locks were ready for the hand and knife of the warrior who could overcome them. Their families had been hidden away in a mountain rendezvous near the Mexican border. With these families a guard was posted, and a number of places of rendezvous designated in case the camp should be disturbed.
          
When all were ready the chieftains gave the order to go forward. None of the Apaches were mounted and each warrior wore moccasins, and a cloth wrapped about his loins. This cloth could be spread over him when he slept, and when on the march would be ample protection as clothing. In battle, if the fight was hard, the braves did not wish to be hampered by too much clothing. Each warrior carried three days’ rations, but as they often killed game while on the march, the Indians were seldom without food.
          
They traveled in three divisions: the Bedonkohe Apaches led by Mangas-Coloradas, the Chokonen Apaches by Cochise, and the Nedni Apaches by Whoa; however, there was no regular order inside the separate tribes. Warriors usually marched about fourteen hours per day, making three stops for meals, and traveling forty to forty-five miles a day.

Geronimo acted as guide into Mexico, and they followed the river courses and mountain ranges because that way the Apaches could better keep their movements concealed. The Indians entered Sonora and went southward past Quitaca, Nacozari, and many smaller settlements.

When they were almost at Arispe, the Apaches camped, and eight Mexican men rode out from the city to parley with them. The warriors promptly captured, killed, and scalped the Mexicans. The purpose of this was to draw the Mexican troops from the city, and the next day they came. The skirmishing lasted all day without a general engagement, but just at night, the Apaches captured the Mexican supply train, giving the Indians plenty of provisions and some more guns.

That night the Apaches posted sentinels and did not move their camp, but rested quietly all night, for they expected heavy work the next day. Early the next morning the warriors were assembled to pray—not for help, but that they might have health and avoid ambush or deceptions by the enemy.

As the war party had anticipated, the whole Mexican force came out at about ten o’clock in the morning. There were two companies of cavalry and two of infantry.  Geronimo recognized the cavalry as the soldiers who had killed his people at Kas-Ki-Yeh. Geronimo relayed that information to the chieftains, and they decided that Geronimo could direct the battle.

Geronimo was no chief and never had been, but because the chieftains were of the opinion that Geronimo had been more deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon him, and Geronimo resolved to prove worthy of the trust.  Geronimo arranged the Indians in a hollow circle near the river, and the Mexicans drew their infantry up in two lines, with the cavalry in reserve. The Apaches were in the timber, and the Mexicans advanced until within about four hundred yards.  The Mexicans halted and opened fire. Within moments Geronimo led a charge against them, and, at the same time, he sent some braves to attack the Mexican rear.   

Throughout the battle, Geronimo thought of his murdered mother, wife, and babies; he remembered his father’s grave and his vow of vengeance, and Geronimo fought with fury.  Many fell by his hand.  Without hesitation Geronimo led the advance.  Many Indians were killed. The battle lasted about two hours.

At the last, four Indians: Geronimo and three other warriors were alone in the center of the field of battle. Their arrows were all gone; their spears broken off in the bodies of dead enemies. They had only their hands and knives with which to fight, but all who had stood against them were dead. Then two armed Mexican soldiers came upon the four from another part of the field. The Mexicans shot down two of the braves and Geronimo and the remaining Indian took flight toward their compatriots at the edge of the field of battle. 

Geronimo’s companion was struck down by a Mexican saber, but Geronimo reached his fellow warriors, seized a spear, and turned. The Mexican soldier who pursued Geronimo missed his aim and fell by Geronimo’s spear. Geronimo then confronted the Mexican trooper who had killed his companion and they grappled and fell.  Geronimo killed him with his knife and quickly rose over his body, brandishing the Mexican’s saber, looking for other troopers to kill.  There were none.  But the Apaches had observed what Geronimo had done.  Over the bloody field, covered with the bodies of Mexicans, rang the fierce Apache war-whoop.

Still covered with the blood of his enemies, still holding his conquering weapon, still hot with the joy of battle, victory, and vengeance, Geronimo was surrounded by the Apache braves and made war chief of all the Apaches. Then Geronimo gave orders to scalp the slain.

Geronimo could not call back his loved ones, Geronimo could not bring back the dead Apaches, but Geronimo could rejoice in this revenge. The Apaches had avenged the massacre of Kas-ki-yeh. 

Geronimo "Massacre at Kas-Ki-Yeh"


Most of us know of the Apache leader Geronimo but most of what most of us know we learned at the movies.  Leader of the Chiricahua Apaches, Geronimo led the fight against the expansion into Apache tribal lands by the United States during the Apache Wars.  But you knew that much from the movies.  The greatest wrongs that were visited upon the Apaches were from the United States government.  But what started it all was in Mexico. The fighting that we’ll talk about today was against Mexicans.  Here is how it all began.
          Geronimo was born on June 16, 1829, a birth date he gave himself, near Turkey Creek; a tributary of the Gila River, in what is now the western part of the state of New Mexico.  It was in Old Mexico then but in reality it was Bedonkohe land.  He was given the name, “One Who Yawns,” or Goyathlay in English (often Gokhlayeh or Goyahkla and spelled Goyaałé in the Chiricahua dictionary).  In more recent times, the Fort Sill (Oklahoma) Apaches have suggested that his birth name meant, “Intelligent, shrewd, clever.”
          Goyathlay was raised with his three brothers and four sisters by his father, Tablishim and his mother, Juana in the Apache traditions. Mako (Mahko), his grandfather, had been chief of the Bedonkohe band of Apaches.  Following the death of Tablishim, his mother took Goyathlay to live with the Chihenne, the “Red Paint People.”  It was with the Chihenne band (Warm Springs) or Net’na, that Goyathlay reached maturity.  At the age of 17, he was admitted to the Council of Warriors and began to lead raids on Mexican and American settlers, stealing their horses. He quickly became known for his craftiness and ferociousness.  He was also given permission to marry Alope, a woman of the Nedni (or Nednhi)-Chiricahua band.  With Alope, Goyathlay fathered three children.  
          With his wife Alope, his mother Juana, and three children to support, Goyathlay emigrated to the Big and Little Burro Mountains area of Arizona, where he met and formed a deep and lasting friendship with Mangas Coloradas (or Dasoda-hae, which means Red Sleeves), father-in-law of the famous Cochise.        
          But all was not peaceful and there were historical precedents.  To counter notable Apache raids on settlements, the government of Spain had established presidios, fortified settlements, at Janos in Chihuahua and at Fronteras in northern Opata nearly 200 years before.  As late as 1835 the Mexican state of Sonora, in an all-out effort to rid the Sierra Madres of the Apaches, passed a law offering one hundred pesos (roughly equal to one American dollar) for every scalp of an Apache warrior. Two years later, by 1837, the state of Chihuahua set a scale of one hundred pesos for a warrior’s scalp, fifty for a woman’s, and twenty-five for a child’s.  It became increasingly dangerous for any Apache to live anywhere in Apacheria.  Geronimo and his Bedonkohe adherents had come under the full leadership and protection of Mangas Coloradas.  And, by the 1850s, Mangas Coloradas became principal chief and war leader and began a series of retaliatory raids against the Mexicans.  Apache raids on Mexican villages were so numerous and brutal that no area was safe. 
          That said, in the spring of 1858, the Apaches were at peace with the Mexican towns and at peace with the surrounding Indian tribes.  On a trading trip south to Casa Grande in Old Mexico, with Mangas Coloradas leading, they stopped at the town of Janos in the Mexican state of Chihuahua, a town the Apaches called Kas-ki-yeh.  It was a peaceful expedition, the women and children were along, and they stayed for several days. Every day the men went into Kas-ki-yeh to trade, leaving the camp under the protection of a small guard so that their arms, supplies, and women and children would not be disturbed during their absence.
          It was while most of the men were off trading that Colonel José Maria Carrasco led a company of 499 Mexican soldiers from Sonora in an attack on Goyathlay’s encampment.  The Mexican troops swept down upon the campsite and butchered nearly everyone in sight.  It was while the Apaches were on their way back to the campground from Kas-ki-yeh that Goyathlay and the others were met by a few women and children who informed them of the massacre.  Upon reaching camp, they discovered all of their guard warriors killed, their horses captured, their supplies destroyed and their arms gone. Even worse, many of the women and children had been killed as well. 
          Fearing that the murdering soldiers would return, the Apaches quickly separated and hid until nightfall.  Assembling in a thicket by the river, they placed sentinels and silently filtered back into the encampment.  It was then that Goyathlay discovered that among those who lay dead were his young wife, his three small children and his aged mother.  All had been brutally slain by the soldiers.  Goyathlay quietly turned away from the carnage and stood alone in his grief by the river.
          That night, in the Warriors’ Council, it was decided that as there were only eighty warriors left, without arms or supplies, surrounded by the Mexicans and far inside Mexican territory, they could not hope to fight with any success.  Mangas Coloradas gave the order to leave the dead in the camp and return at once to Arizona.
          Goyathlay was dumfounded.  As the rest of the band passed him by he stood there and contemplated that he had no fight in him, he had no weapon, he was forbidden to recover the bodies of his family, and he just felt empty inside.  He finally turned and followed the tribe in silence.  The next morning, while some killed a small amount of game and stopped long enough to cook and eat; Goyathlay had killed no game, and did not eat.  He spoke to no one and no one spoke to him.  There was nothing to say.
          Goyathlay’s depression was deep but understandable, especially his feelings of sadness and emptiness.  His reduced interest in activities that he once enjoyed and his loss of energy were all common signs of melancholy.  The writings of Goyathlay also describe a difficulty in concentrating, holding a conversation, paying attention, or making decisions that used to be made fairly easily. 
          They walked for two days and three nights stopping only for meals.  Finally camping near the Mexican border, they rested two days.   It was here that Goyathlay began to come out of his depressed mood.  He took some food and talked with the other Indians who had lost much in the massacre.  Goyathlay felt that none had lost as much as he had, for he felt that he had lost all.  They arrived home within a few days.  There Goyathlay found the decorations that Alope had made and the playthings of his little ones. Following the Apache way, he burned them all, even his tepee and he burned his mother’s tepee and destroyed all her property.
          Goyathlay vowed vengeance upon the Mexican troopers who had wronged him, and whenever he saw anything to remind him of former happy days, his heart would ache for revenge upon Mexico.  His depression turned to a deep, burning anger and he hated all Mexicans for the rest of his life.  It was the later stress caused by the trauma that he experienced in the slaughter of his family that turned Goyathlay from a peaceful Indian into a bold warrior and he carried that enraged, burning abhorrence against the Mexicans until his dying day.
          His chief, Mangas Coloradas sent him to Cochise’s band for help in getting revenge against the Mexicans and Goyathlay soon joined that famous band of Apaches known as Chiricahua and with them, took part in numerous raids in northern Mexico and across the border into U.S. territory.  It was those Mexican adversaries who gave Goyathlay the nickname of "Geronimo." It is said that Goyathlay was given the name Geronimo (Jerome) by Mexican soldiers because of the daring feats he performed.  Few historians agree to the reasons. 
          Goyathlay became exceedingly fierce and unafraid in his war with the Mexicans.  Each time they saw him the soldiers would begin to cry out in terror, "Cuidado!  Geronimo!"  In one battle, ignoring a deadly hail of bullets and armed only with a knife, Goyathlay repeatedly attacked and stabbed the Mexicans, purportedly causing them to call out supplications to Saint Jerome, allegedly the Patron Saint of the Mexican Army.  Although in the Roman Catholic Church, Jerome is recognized as the patron saint of translators, librarians and encyclopedists, he did write quite a bit about the horrors of hell and perhaps it was in this context that the Mexicans were asking for his aid.

          Goyathlay attributed his numerous raiding successes to his special spiritual insights and abilities known to Apache people as "Power.”  He had a reputed invulnerability to gunshot, the faculty to walk without leaving tracks; the abilities now known as telekinesis and telepathy.  He was wounded by buckshot and bullets many times but survived.   Apache men chose to follow him of their own free will, and offered eye-witness testimony regarding his “Power."They declared that this was the main reason why so many chose to follow him: they thought he was favored or protected by "Usen", the Apache high-god.  Goyathlay believed that the bitter loss of his family brought him his "Power."  While sitting with his head bowed in sorrow, he heard a voice tell him that ‘no gun can ever kill you, and I will guide your arrows.’ The fact that he was often wounded, but remained alive, strengthened his conviction in this power.
           At any rate, Goyathlay officially became Geronimo and the name caught on. His “Power” served him well and his exploits in the Southwest have become international legend.