Arizona Territory... the country of red deserts, rocks, high buttes and mountains—a harsh land but still a land, the Apaches had chosen for their own. The land made the men, and the Indiands were trained from infancy to match their strength, their cunning, their hunting ability against the rigors and pitiless cruelty against the wildest country. For generations the Apaches raided into Mexico for horses and woman and cattle, but those creatures that they made their own they always treated with care and respect. And so when they found a squalling, black-haired baby boy in a white man's wagon and their chief Geronimo claimed it for thier own, the baby became an Apache. At first he was only known as Ish-kay-nay—boy. In the Apache tradition he had a private name, which nobody would ever use, but his public name had to be earned. At ten Ish-kay-nay killed his first bear—singlehanded and with only a bow and arrow. So Ish-kay-nay became Shaz-Dijiji—Black Bear. And this was only the beginning of a life filled with the danger and excitement of the hunt, not only for food but against enemies who had become increasingly threatening—and of all these enemies, the most satisfying to hunt were the white men who had now begun to ravage Apache country. To this hunt Shaz-Dijiji dedicated himself. Apache Devil is a sequel to this story.

This is the 2nd Ballantine printing. Cover Artists: Tim and Greg Hildebrandt Sequel to The War Chief From inside cover of Ballantine first edition: Shoz-Dijiji, the Black Bear... a white man who believed himself to be a full blooded Apache, and who had dedicated his life to a feud against the treacherous "white eyes" who had invaded his country and destroyed his family... To the pony soldiers and to white travellers he became known as the Apache Devil, a pitiless scourge who swept in, killed, took his vengeance, and slipped away without a trace. Thus Shoz-Dijiji, the adopted son of Geronimo, was honored in his tribe. And even among his sworn enemies there were those who called him just, and a friend. One of these was a woman—who loved Sho-Dijiji. But she was white—an impossible obstacle to the racial pride of an Apache warrior. So Sho-Dijiji continued to live his life of hate and loyalty and love, of running fights, of massacre and torture; until at last even the tribe of Geronimo signed a peace treaty with the white men—and Sho-Dijiji learned that the woman he loved had been stolen by renegade white outlaws. Then Sho-Dijiji hunted as he had never hunted before.