_Hunted Like Wolves_
Geronimo galloped wildly through the black night. Naiche rode beside
him. Ten of the eighteen warriors who remained with Geronimo followed.
Geronimo turned his head. He saw light from the burning buildings of the
Arizona ranch that he and his warriors had just raided, reflected in the
sky. The Apaches had taken fresh horses. But the four men who had been
at the ranch had fled after firing a few shots.
Presently Geronimo pulled in his horse to a trot. The rest slowed.
Naiche drew in nearer to his chief.
"I wish that the white men had stayed to fight," he said.
"I too," said Geronimo, "but the white men are not fools. They remain
great liars. The last time, I raided in Arizona with but six men, and
Kieta deserted to return to San Carlos. But the white men said we had
two hundred warriors. Loco, who remains on the reservation, sent me a
messenger, asking to know where we found such strength."
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