Led by the dreaded Geronimo and Chatto, a band of Chiricahua Apache warriors swept up out of Mexico in a red deathwind. Their vow -- to destroy every white life in their bloody path across Arizona Territory. But between the swirling forces of white and red, hatred history sent a lone Indian rider named Pa-nayo-tishn, The Coyote Saw Him, crying peace -- and the fate of the Chiricahuas, and all free Apaches, was altered forever. The white men called him "Peaches." He always maintained that he was not a Chiricahua but was considered one of them through marriage. He had lived in peace in the White Mountains of Arizona harboring but one ambition, cherishing but one dream -- to be an enlisted scout for the United States Cavalry. The Chiricahua raids gave him his opportunity. He had been forced to ride with Chatto until he managed to escape and volunteer to scout for the cavalry. Now he would use his knowledge of the Chiricahua and their ways in an attempt to stop the brutality.