It is 1864 now, and the American's war

has not come to the desert lands

They fight among themselves way off to the north

The Yavapai-Apaches are still lords of all they survey

Then one morning the Americans did come

Led by a man holding a leather book

with a cross stamped in the leather

An evil man who did terrible things to people

In the name of a God

that looked upon the man himself with repulsion

Miguel ran from his wickiup, half asleep

when they attacked, the rifle butt sent him unconscious

When he came to, he was trussed-up

on his back, on the ground, looking up at the Americans

He had not been killed because they had noticed his blue eyes

and knew he was one of them

So, at the age of 16

Miguel was back among his father's people

Once more, a family he loved had been killed

this time, by Americans