https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulzana 🪦☠️🪦☠️🪦☠️🪦☠️🪦 1885. San Carlos. A reservation built like a cage. Ulzana's wife and children taken - that's how this story starts its rage. They took his family as a hostage to keep the warriors tame Twelve men rode out at midnight and revenge became his name No grand army, no battalion, just eleven men he knew Headed north past Fort Apache where the morning bell still rang Twelve friendly Apache murdered before the sun had sang A thousand soldiers came to hunt them, scouts from a dozen tribes Diné trackers, White Mountain riders, reading every line he writes But twelve men know the canyons like the back of their own hand They rode the horses 'til they dropped then ate them where they stand Blood for water when there's nothing, that's the law of this hard land Nineteen hundred kilometers in ten unbroken days Thirty-eight lay dead behind them through the New Mexico haze Two hundred fifty horses stolen, ridden, killed, replaced A thousand troops on his trail and not one able to keep pace They called it savage, called it merciless - they never knew his face Ten days, twelve riders, one thousand men gave chase Ten days, twelve riders, not a soldier matched their pace They took his blood, he took it back, a hundredfold the cost One warrior lost in ten long days - and the rest were never caught Soldier Hill, December - thirty-four men rode up blind Six lay dead in crossfire before they knew what design He vanished south to Mexico to the mountains he called home While generals wrote their reports on a war they'd never own TEN DAYS, TWELVE RIDERS - one thousand men gave chase TEN DAYS, TWELVE RIDERS - not a soldier matched their pace They took his blood, he took it back, a hundredfold the cost One warrior lost in ten long days - and the rest were never caught
