The Wild Girl (50 page)
When the new world comes after that, the white people will be Indians and the Indians will be white people.
MORRIS OPLER, “THE END OF THE WORLD,”
Myths and Tales of the Chiricahua Apache Indians
THE GIRL KNELT WITH HER LEGS APART, HOLDING ON TO AN OAK
post set in the ground, as the midwife, the old woman Dahteste, massaged her abdomen downward. The girl was silent, did not utter a sound as the head of her baby emerged, then its shoulders, and as it slipped from her body and out into this world, the old woman caught the falling infant in her sure hands. It was a boy and he took a deep, lusty breath, hungry for life. But he did not cry.
“That is good,” said the old woman. “A baby who does not cry at birth grows to be strong.”
Old Dahteste cut the umbilical cord with a piece of black flint and knotted it, bathed the baby in warm water, and laid him on a soft robe. She rubbed his body with a mixture of grease and red ocher, strewed a pinch of pollen to each of the four directions, clockwise beginning with the east, and then she held the baby up and in the same order presented him to the four directions so that he would always know his way. She wrapped the afterbirth and the umbilical cord in a piece of the blanket upon which the girl had knelt during the birth. Later the old woman would place this bundle in the branches of a lemon tree and bless it by saying: “May this child live and grow up to see you bear fruit many times.”
The years passed. Her son grew to be a strong, healthy boy. He was brown-skinned like his mother but he had fair hair for an Apache, and the sclera of his eyes was pale, so that when he was a child the People called him White Eyes Boy. Eventually the girl remarried a young man named Bishi and had two more children by him. Together with the others in the small band, they lived quietly back in the secret hidden recesses of the Blue Mountains, country so rugged and so remote that no Mexicans and no White Eyes dared venture there. She never forgot the boy who had been so kind to her, the White Eyes boy who had bathed her and covered her with a blanket in the Mexican jail cell, who had taken her away to release her back into the wilds as one releases a caged bird; this boy who had saved her and loved her once. She told her son the stories of his father and of the other unknown world in which his father lived, and from which his father would surely one day return.
Now the Mexicans claim that
la niña bronca,
the wild girl whom the American lion hunter Billy Flowers trailed into Bavispe, Sonora, hobbled and tethered to a dog chain on that spring day in 1932, was the last of the bronco Apaches in the Sierra Madre. They say she was so wild that she bit anyone who tried to touch her, and because they didn’t know what else to do with her, they put her in the town jail. They say she curled up in a fetal position on the cold stone floor of the jail cell and refused food and water, and starved herself to death in five days. They say they buried her in an unmarked grave on the edge of the town cemetery, just outside the fence, because, of course, she was not a Christian. But that’s just what they say, and none of it is true. She curled up on the cold stone floor and lay perfectly still, closing up into herself, and she dreamed this life of the People from beginning to end.
Daalk’ida ‘aguudzaa. It happened long ago. Five thousand years and two hundred generations ago, she had already been among them as both man and woman, child and elder, hunter and suckler of babies, dressed in the heavy skins of mastodons as they made their way in a blizzard across the frozen Siberian plains. White-Painted-Woman, mother of all Apaches
.
IN THE WINTER OF 1998,
while traveling in the Mexican states of Sonora and Chihuahua, I met an elderly gentleman in the village of Casas Grandes, Chihuahua. We sat on a bench in the town plaza, and he told me the story of the young Apache girl they called
la niña bronca,
who had been treed in the mountains by the hound dogs of an American mountain-lion hunter, in the spring of the year 1932. The lion hunter did not know what to do with the girl and so he brought her into town. And because she was so wild and tried to bite anyone who touched her, they put her in the local jail. The Apaches still occupied a kind of mythic role in the folk (and actual) history of northern Mexico, and everyone in town and in the surrounding villages wanted to see this wild girl for themselves. And so the sheriff charged a small admission fee and allowed people to come into the jail to view her. The old man who told me this story had been only a boy himself at the time, and like so many other curious townspeople, he paid his fee and saw the Apache girl in her jail cell. Looking back on it, all those years later, he was still ashamed about this, and he did not wish to discuss it further. “I was just a boy,” he said in a low voice, “I didn’t know any better.” And when I asked the old man what had happened to this girl, he shook his head and refused to say.
I couldn’t get the story of
la niña bronca
out of my mind, and I knew I had to find out for myself what had happened to her. In this way was this novel born.
Although certain actual historical events are recounted in this book, it is entirely a work of fiction. Similarly, although some actual historical characters appear in this book, they are entirely fictional creations. The Great Apache Expedition, for example, was organized out of Douglas, Arizona, under the name the “Fimbres Apache Expedition.” This was to be a joint Mexican-American operation, ostensibly to rescue the six-year-old son of a Mexican rancher by the name Francisco Fimbres. The boy had been kidnapped three years earlier by the Apaches and was reported to be still alive with the renegade band in the Sierra Madre Mountains. However, because the Mexican government was understandably nervous about a vigilante force of armed Americans entering their country, the expedition was canceled before it ever crossed the border. The boy’s father, Francisco Fimbres, then launched his own posse of ranchers and vaqueros, who finally cornered the Apaches in the Sierra Madre. But when they closed in, Fimbres found his son hanged by a rope from a tree limb.
The boy Charley McComas, who was kidnapped on the Lordsburg to Silver City road in 1883 by an Apache band led by the warrior Chato (who later became a prominent scout for the U.S. Army), was never recovered. Differing accounts of little Charley’s fate were told by the Apaches of the era. Some said that he had died as a boy when General George Crook’s soldiers attacked his captors’ camp in the Sierra Madre later that same year, though the boy’s body was never found. Still others said that Charley McComas had lived and grown to manhood among the bronco Apaches, and that he eventually became an important leader of his own band. This account was lent some credence over the years when generally reliable witnesses on both sides of the border reported sightings or encounters with a band of Apache raiders led by a tall, fair-haired white man with a nearly waist-length beard.
In all other respects this book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dates, and geographical descriptions are all either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. At the same time, while a genuine effort was made to accurately interpret and portray the history and culture of the Apache people here represented, these, too, are rendered entirely as fiction and are not intended as either anthropological or historical fact. It is, finally, impossible for a “White Eyes” to fully comprehend, let alone represent, the Native American experience and life-way. For the presumptuousness of that effort, and all its inherent shortcomings and failures, the author offers his sincerest apologies to the Apache people.
IN RESEARCHING AND WRITING THIS
novel, the author gratefully acknowledges valuable insights and information gained from the following works:
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