Apache, The Long Ride Home, A Novel

"An Apache warrior bent down from his horse, its glossy black flanks still heaving from exertion, to pick me up. As his hand grabbed my arm I bit hard into the flesh of his forearm. It was a deep bite and he shouted with pain. The other Apaches laughed loudly at his discomfort. He reached down again. I tried the same tactic but this time he was too quick. He jerked me upwards onto his horse and sat me in front of him. I fought like a cornered bobcat, spitting, biting and clawing. He struck ...