This is a history of the famous old post erected deep within Apache country in Arizona where anyone stepping into the territory met with vicious, horrendous attack. The post served courageously to protect an ever-increasing influx of settlers into a wild and fearsome territory. With the Spanish reach for empire, colonization, and usurpation of Indian lands, the Apaches retaliated in the only way they knew how, by vicious and sustained attack upon anyone violating Apache territory. Emigrants, lone travelers, overland-mail riders and itinerant merchants were gunned down, slaughtered, mutilated and roasted alive.If the white man wanted the gold and silver hiding in the hills the he would have to win access to the precious metals the hard way. This is the reason of Fort Huachuca's existence. One of the most savage contests of arms between dedicated and able frontier army soldiers and implacable Indian braves. This confrontation culminated in the inevitable reduction of the primitive by the technologically advanced. This was not brought on so much by the introduction of equipment and machines, however, as by persistence and the sheer weight of numbers.Fort Huachuca saw it all. It began in a primitive setting from cavalry charge and marathon infantrymen to being equipped with the most modern equipment of real bugles and crackling loud-speakers. That shows how long the ugly battle continued.

The history of Fort Huachuca, Arizona is presented through vintage photographs.

The author shares his fascination with a distinctive corner of the country--Bisbee, Arizona--with a narrative that reflects the history of the area, the beauty of the landscape, and his own life

ArizonaÕs art history is emblematic of the story of the modern West, and few periods in that history were more significant than the era of the New Deal. From Dorothea Lange and Ansel Adams to painters and muralists including Native American Gerald Nailor, the artists working in Arizona under New Deal programs were a notable group whose art served a distinctly public purpose. Their photography, paintings, and sculptures remain significant exemplars of federal art patronage and offer telling lessons positioned at the intersection of community history and culture. Art is a powerful instrument of historical record and cultural construction, and many of the issues captured by the Farm Security Administration photographers remain significant issues today: migratory labor, the economic volatility of the mining industry, tourism, and water usage. Art tells important stories, too, including the work of Japanese American photographer Toyo Miyatake in ArizonaÕs internment camps, murals by Native American artist Gerald Nailor for the Navajo Nation Council Chamber in Window Rock, and African American themes at Fort Huachuca. Illustrated with 100 black-andwhite photographs and covering a wide range of both media and themes, this fascinating and accessible volume reclaims a richly textured story of Arizona history with potent lessons for today.

With a New Preface by the Author Through personal journeys and historical inquiry, this PEN Literary Award finalist explores how America’s still unfolding history and ideas of “race” have marked its people and the land. Sand and stone are Earth’s fragmented memory. Each of us, too, is a landscape inscribed by memory and loss. One life–defining lesson Lauret Savoy learned as a young girl was this: the American land did not hate. As an educator and Earth historian, she has tracked the continent’s past from the relics of deep time; but the paths of ancestors toward her—paths of free and enslaved Africans, colonists from Europe, and peoples indigenous to this land—lie largely eroded and lost. A provocative and powerful mosaic that ranges across a continent and across time, from twisted terrain within the San Andreas Fault zone to a South Carolina plantation, from national parks to burial grounds, from “Indian Territory” and the U.S.–Mexico Border to the U.S. capital, Trace grapples with a searing national history to reveal the often unvoiced presence of the past. In distinctive and illuminating prose that is attentive to the rhythms of language and landscapes, she weaves together human stories of migration, silence, and displacement, as epic as the continent they survey, with uplifted mountains, braided streams, and eroded canyons. Gifted with this manifold vision, and graced by a scientific and lyrical diligence, she delves through fragmented histories—natural, personal, cultural—to find shadowy outlines of other stories of place in America. "Every landscape is an accumulation," reads one epigraph. "Life must be lived amidst that which was made before." Courageously and masterfully, Lauret Savoy does so in this beautiful book: she lives there, making sense of this land and its troubled past, reconciling what it means to inhabit terrains of memory—and to be one.

Like any good soldier's son, Frank was an adaptable youngster. He moved with his family from fort to fort, country to country, accepted each change, and was ready to move again. In 1960, his father was ordered to Fort Huachuca, Arizona. The desert garrison was the fifth Army post of Frank's childhood, and the first post he never wanted to leave. Here at age ten, he was best friends with Flavio, who saved his life from deep waters and helped him hunt for Huachuca Canyon gold. Here, too, Frank took a liking to Emily, a captain's daughter who chased dust devils and spelled well. In Arizona, Frank's father tested and improved the Army's early drones, and his mother worked hard to keep the family happy, healthy, and together. For Frank and his three brothers, the friendships and vast spaces of Fort Huachuca made it a perfect playground. Then in 1963, when his father received orders for Vietnam and told the family it was time to move again, Frank was so alarmed he wrote President Kennedy to ask that the orders be canceled. Tumbleweed Forts celebrates a youngster's joy in a desert full of life. It's a story about family, friendships, life's surprises, and all those special places that find a home in our hearts.