Lindsay asked that I tell you all a bit about what inspired me to write White Savage (released through MuseItUp Publishing). Below is a shot taken of the Superstition Mountains in Arizona, not too many miles from where I grew up. Now a national park, but this rugged mountain range was once home to Apache Indians.
The view below looks out over the Valley of the Sun, Phoenix and the adjoining cities that have all run into one huge metropolitan.
The view could also be one that many years ago, Cochise and members of his band watched for the army that searched for them. And, if legends are true, descendents may still today, hiding away from the white man, living the old ways. Hikers, campers, hunters, even prospectors go into those mountains to never return and are never found providing fodder to keep the legends alive. Growing up in Phoenix and hearing those legends sparked my interest in the history, most particularly in Cochise, a man feared and hated and still respected by many. He wanted to protect his people and their way of life. Reading about him, reading books, watching movies of that time period all added to that interest. In many of them white female captives returned to their families were featured, but in only one did I see anything concerning a white male captive, taken as a child and returned. All of that combined with the cause of Cochise going on the warpath against the white invaders is the kernel that began White Savage.
For those that don’t know the history a white boy went missing. Cochise, along with a party of his braves including relatives and friends agreed to come in for a parley. A young Lieutenant, freshly graduated from West Point, accused Cochise of kidnapping the boy. When Cochise denied it, he called him a liar and ordered his men to attack, despite the white flag the Indian party came in under. Several were killed then, more captured and hung, but Cochise escaped.
This is a quote from Cochise. “We were once a large people covering these mountains. We lived well: we were at peace. One day my best friend was seized by an officer of the white men and treacherously killed. At last your soldiers did me a very great wrong, and I and my people went to war with them.”
The boy hadn’t been kidnapped, he ran away, but the lieutenant’s arrogance and bigotry ignited a ten year war. In 1872 Cochise surrendered for the final time, taking his people to the reservation where he died in 1974. He was buried in secret, the location of his grave never revealed. One last quote from a fascinating man.
"You must speak straight so that your words may go as sunlight into our hearts.
Speak Americans. I will not lie to you; do not lie to me."
In reading about the man and the history, White Savage is but one of several stories of my own growing out of facts. Where I live now in Arizona is so filled with history and what actual events don’t fuel my imagination, the geography does. In Twisted Wind (released through Swimming Kangaroo Books) the influence of the mining and cattle industry is the backdrop as well as how diverse the landscape. In a matter of miles you can go from sparse desert to dense forest and out to a high, treeless basin, so easy to do in a car, but mind boggling to think of doing it on foot or horseback. I live just a few miles from where one of the major stage lines ran and the ruins of one of the stage stops as well as one of the first railroads though the station house has been moved. The nearest town boomed in the early 1900s from the nearby mines. Prescott, mentioned in White Savage, is about twenty miles from me. The area where Clay finds Te could be just down the road, the mountains they run to not too far away. On fishing, hunting and camping trips I’ve seen the outcrop of trees and brush around a desert spring described in White Savage. The land and the history, the people are my inspiration.
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