The hundred-year saga of the Mateo-García fortunes and the men who rode at adventure to el norte. Into distant lands held sacred by the Chiricahua Apaches they came in search of the gold that would make them hombres ricos—until at last los Indios could brook no further trespass. Full of battles and animal lore, headstrong romance, revenge and retribution, it traces the story of three generations of men who dared invade the home of the Apache Rain Gods en el Cañón de la Buena Fortuna, the valley that to this day still lies in the shadows of a hat-shaped peak in those lands now known as Arizona.
Growing up in that part of San Francisco where the most of the streets are named for early Spanish explorers and settlers—in alphabetical order from Anza to Yorba—the author had an early appreciation for the language and history of our neighbor to the south. Inspired by the legend of the lost Peralta gold mine in the Superstition Mountains of Arizona, he started writing this yarn over fifty years ago—but produced only a dozen pages of longhand. A couple of duty tours in the USAF helped to pay the freight for degrees from UC and Hastings. Four grown kids later he lost his wife, quit law-biz and began to write again. The reader may now decide whether or not this veteran contract draftsman has made a successful transition to storyteller.