BOOK 1: In 1843, when the Millers stole a secret gold mine in New Mexico, everyone wanted to kill them -- especially Geronimo. Hatred here is a way of life, but war with Mexico looms, complicating survival. In a lawless time, in a brutal land, where murder is just a popular career, Jack Miller will do anything to take what he can and kill who he must. The legend born amid that bloody landscape will forever transform the Wild West. BOOK 2: California's Gold Rush found a mountain of minerals and a wealth of cutthroats. When bandits kill Robby Miller, Apache Jack must lure out his cousin's killers. Then Nevada's Comstock Lode explodes and Jack must impose peace before he marries Geronimo's lost daughter. Finally, the Civil War breaks out and the Apache Wars intensify. Through it all, Apache Jack plans vengeance on Geronimo for murdering his mother. BOOK 3: Geronimo wants to die fighting, Billy the Kid wants the last laugh, and Wyatt Earp wants vengeance for his brother's murder. The Lincoln County War, the Cochise County War, and the Pleasant Valley War keep Apache Jack busy while outlaws fill Tombstone's Boot Hill. Jack has waited 35 years to get even with Geronimo for murdering his mother, and plans to make it worth the wait.EXCERPTS: A shot boomed and a bullet ricocheted off the rock in front of his horse. Still drunk, Geronimo almost fell off. Another bullet collapsed his horse, almost pinning his leg. He rolled free and searched for his assailant. The bully dove into Jack, who smacked his gun against his head until his back slammed into the wall. Then Jack hit his eye. The bully howled. Fearing the noise, Jack punched him several times until a servant ran up. Hank ran past Geronimo wielding two revolvers and shot the renegades. Hank kicked one Indian in the chest, sending him flying off the mountain."Kill her " Alope ordered. Matt had a throwing knife that burrowed into her plump bosom, up to the hilt. The lovely lady slid to the floor, blood dribbling out of her mouth.Fire ants scrambled over his body, but Jack never cried out. That worried even Juh. "I've never seen that before." "He'll cry like a little bitch soon," Geronimo promised. "Not even great warriors can withstand anthills."Miller rested his barrel on a furrow in the oak wall. He saw his first bullet remove half a head and chuckled. The sight of blood didn't bother him unless it was his.Geronimo twisted in the saddle so the hatchet burrowed into his right shoulder instead of his heart. Jack's extra throwing knife landed in his left arm instead of his lung. Geronimo looked like a snowman with steel instead of carrots.Jack scooted between two corpses to minimize his exposure and was able to reload in time to hit the last guy's good leg. The bullet shattered the shin and, apparently, his mind, as he fell with a curse and a crash. Nothing prepared Jack for getting shot by Geronimo's 6 year old son that he had befriended the year before. Or thought he had befriended. Wounded and surrounded by angry warriors, Jack knew he was screwed."I hear they plan to hang me after the trial," Geronimo told Jack from his jail cell. Three months in prison made Geronimo smell worse than usual. Or maybe that was the desperation. All his evil energy had drained out and dried up. The Mexican military ambushed Geronimo. He turned in the saddle to see a bullet clip his last wife and their child fall off. She dismounted and returned fire with a pistol while reaching for her toddler, only to be cut down by a hail of bullets. Geronimo watched his last wife and child die for his sins. Ike Clanton, Will McLaury, and Curly Bill Brocius shot Virgil Earp in the back. While Dr. George Goodfellow later removed four inches of shattered humerus, Virgil told his wife, "don't worry. I still have one arm to hug you."