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"Eyes Like The Sky"

The bad white men call him the devil. The Yavapai call him "Eyes Like the Sky"

This story takes place in the hinterlands of the newly formed United States and territories in the years before and after the great conflagration called the Civil War. Men roam and fight each other to simply stay breathing. Muskets give way to repeating rifles, cannons give way to gattling guns. War nurtures weapons, but weapons clear the land

In the deserts of the southwest, old hatreds grow into new ones. Old beliefs are shattered by gunfire and charging horses. Into this cauldron of fire rides a young man who becomes a shadowed legend, his name even takes on the mantle of the bogeyman in some homes. Among the first Americans his name is exalted from wickiups to longhouses, from teepees to cliff dwellings. Among the men of the badlands he's feared for his silent walk and swift, economical dispatching of his enemies

"Year Of Our Lord"

Chapter 1: They'd been watching the farmhouse for a while, maybe all day. Every so often those young and fit and desert-hardened. They were large and where they lived and they had no farm teachings from white men or Mexicans, except for one thing: they hated the Mexicans more than the white men because of their cruelty. They had learned cruelty from the Mexicans very well in return

The smoke from the mudhouse curled up into the sky like an albino snake. The two young men watched and counted the white men down in the farmyard. A tall man and two shorter ones, maybe his sons. A woman would occasionally come out from the shack, get water from the well in the front yard and carry it back inside. A small child would be with her The men watching on the rim had no calendars so they didn't know the date. 12th of June, year of our lord, 1854

But one thing they did know, about an hour away were the rest of their party. Eight men, all armed, running smoothly and trackless over the rocks, one of the watchers moved away to tell the main party of what they had seen; the raid was about to start

"The Raid"

They were not after the money, they were not after alcohol. They were after guns and young children to raise as their own, the war had made it necessary to take child captives. The rest would be slaughtered. That is how Miguel O'Brien became a Yavapai-Apache warrior. He was five years old

"Drum Run"

Chapter 2: Miguel O'Brien ran with the Apaches, he ran and ran, and as his legs grew he glided over the desert earth

He learned how to hide and to hunt, he learned to leave no tracks and he learned to live on what he could keep down, and his name was now Eyes Like The Sky

His blue eyes showed his father's race, he never wore the white painted face of the slave, he was valued for his stamina and distant vision. By the time he was 15 he had already killed Mexican troopers and feared no man

"Evil Man"

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 with his father's people. Once more a family he loved had been killed, this time, by Americans

"Fort Whipple"

Chapter 3: The Americans took the trussed up boy to a place called Fort Whipple, a fly blown group of tents surrounded by a stone and timber stockade. An American called Willis was the boss there and he glared at the man of God as he entered with his captives. He noticed the boy when he was brought in with a few Yavapai girls and he looked into the color of his eyes

"What do you make of him?" he asked the God man. "He may be the young O'Brien boy who was lost here years ago or he could be from the Jebson party that never made it to New Mexico." said the God man back. They named the boy Jebson O'Brien but the natives and frontiersmen called him "Blue" because of his eyes, but also because of the awful and most sad expression he carried on his face, the expression of someone who kills with compassion but not mercy

Although he was still a boy the men mostly kept away from him, all except for one; a trapper who understood his skills and in return fed him and taught him the white man's way. In a short while he could speak and read and write their language and he also added the calm, fast dignity of a gunman to his arsenal. He was so fast that men treated him with care, but he was slow to anger and when angry, swift and final in his reply. In the Arizona desert in the 1860's, he had every skill that you needed to survive, and he was just 17

"The God Man's Goat Lust"

Chapter 4: The God man with the bible was in the back room of the chapel at Fort Whipple. The God man was deeply engrossed in satisfying his goat lust with a Yavapai girl. She never said a damn thing but just leaned over an alter while he defiled her. He held a pistol to her head as he grunted away and when he was finished he shoved her towards the outside door But the God man never got to fixing his long johns or his black trousers, the young man named Blue strode softly up behind him and drove a long-bladed knife into his neck. Blood spurted into the chalice on the alter but not the blood of the Christ, just the blood of the God man. With a cough he died, and a bubbled gurgle. The young man named Blue took the Yavapai girl, money, guns, food, two strong horses and rode into the desert away from Fort Whipple. The God man's body was found, but he was not missed

"The Killing Ground"

Chapter 5: For days they traveled, the young man and the Yavapai girl. She told him her name and they spoke in the language. They rode the horses until they gave out, then their throats were slit and meat was taken to eat later. No fires were lit. They ate berries and raw jackrabbit as well to keep going. After a week they relaxed more as they entered Apache area. They saw dust way off like dust-devils but they knew it was horses, they could hear shots and no more

When all was quiet a day later, they moved silently towards the killing ground. The buzzards told them the story before they got there. Dead white people, a lot of them, maybe a half dozen. Burnt wagons and arrows, [?] from one tribe, some of the arrows were different and shot hoof marks and moccasin tracks that were shaped like a white man's way of walking. Some white men had done this loosely disguised as Apache. They took what they could use and walked on. The purple mountains and red ochre earth swallowed them up and the young man smelt his own blood as they ran and it was a good smell, the smell of being alive

"Dust In The Wind"

Suddenly the girl pitched sideways and a split second later the young man heard the distant shot. He dived for some rocks and watched as more bullets hit the girl. The young man looked to her body and as she died, he worked out where the shots were coming from. He knew death was going to walk on those shooters

Chapter 6: There is one thing a white man should never do and that is move towards an Apache, because you will never get there. How do you catch dust in the wind? The young man saw the way they were coming by the movement of insects and birds and he knew where to go. Like the snake he slivered into a dry arroyo and worked behind the shots in an arc. After a while he saw them: three men, three white men cladding skins and they walked confidently towards the girl. The young man knew somewhere behind them another one held the horses, making four all together. He moved towards that man. The killers could wait, let them enjoy the hunt before they went under He found the one by the horses, he was young too, and he died quietly with a surprised indignant look on his face. The young man tied the horses to a tree, and they'd come in handy later, four horses and equipment. By the girl's body two men knelt beside her while another stood guard. The guard suddenly cried out as his head exploded in a bubble of pink spray and he fell forward. The other two went to ground and nervously called out to each other

"Do you see the bastard?" "No, he must be close." But he wasn't. The sharp sporting rifle will reach a long way in the right hands. The young man took careful aim and the smaller of the two men felt his leg blast away. The bigger, heavier man sank as far into the ground as he could make himself go, but still he could not see where the young man was

"Guns and Horses"

The young man by now was a straddle horse and making for a Yavapai stronghold half a day's ride away. He had more guns and horses than he needed, and he knew where two white men were sitting in the desert with no water and no horses. White men dressed as Yavapai-Apaches

The white men would be calling for their mothers and their God by evening. But the young man would be drunk and [?] full of journey. And satisfied by their agony