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“There was no climate or soil . . . equal to that of Arizona . . . It is my land, my home, my father’s land . . . I want to spend my last days there, and to be buried among those mountains.”

—Geronimo

Given Arizona’s particular wealth of land, native culture, people, and unique history, I present to you a collection of its American Indian ghost stories. You’ll find within the following pages—the murmuring voices; darting shadows; misty faces twisted in silent screams; empty, staring eyes of the wronged; angry footsteps of the lost; and the vaporous bodies of women with dark, empty-eyed sockets. They are all here. Now relax, find a comfortable chair, fix yourself a strong pot of campfire coffee and prepare yourself for a long and bumpy ride into the realm of Arizona’s American Indian ghost stories. Enjoy!

— Antonio