The Apache warrior looked up at the blue sky. The sun beat down on his face, and glared in his eyes until he looked away. Many more hours until nightfall. he thought to himself. This would give him plenty of time to find water and return to camp safely.
The Confederates have been pursuing the Apaches for nearly a month, and Geronimo, the Apache leader has been getting more anxious every day. Sooner or later, the warriors would run out of hiding places and have to fight the Confederates head-on. The Apache warrior knew that while they were great at hiding, everything had to be found eventually.
Finding the water he needed, the warrior proceeded back to camp. His horse would be at his tepee waiting for him, unless the Confederates were to somehow to find the camp while he was gone. He arrived within an hour, and proceeded to his shelter.
The camp was small and covered from all sides, except for the road leading to it, by mountains. From a distance, it would look like a part of the lush, green, mountainous landscape. From a white and Mexican's point of view,thethe Apache thought. Birds were chirping their pleasant songs throughout the encampment.
Finding Geronimo's teepee was easy. You could tell that it was Geronimo's because his stuff in front of his looked much nicer compared to the other teepees. Geronimo walked out of the shelter with his son, Chappo-almost looking identical to his father-except for the lack of a weathered face on him.
Geronimo greeted the warrior in the native tongue of the Apache, "I am glad to see you," he said. "Did you see any soldiers?"
"No," the warrior replied.
"Good," the old Apache replied. The warrior could not tell if he really meant it. No one could ever tell though. His face was so weathered, with so many lines and crevices throughout it, how could you tell?
Chappo chimed in, "I hope you remembered to cover any evidence of where you were."Since Chappo's face was smooth as a wet rock, you could always tell what he was thinking.
Looking Chappo directly in the eye, the warrior said, "Of course. You know I did. Everyone is supposed to cover their tracks."
Like his father, he only replied with, "Good."