The last great Apache chief

The autobiographical memories known Apache chief Geronimo Chiricahua because there are a lot of tribal subdivisions, we learn by reading the book, the best known of the late nineteenth century for its struggles against Mexican and especially against the American amrmée.
I would have liked to know more about the customs of the Apaches by this intermediary, but it does not seem that this is the avowed aim of the book, but rather a plea, turf wars, the obligation leaks, kidnapping, murder, theft, it is the story of a people that has been dismantled, uprooted from their own land, it is a people with whom we mostly lied in multiple Geronimo surrenders to face Miles for the last and promises never kept.
It is a pathetic and yet ambiguous book, where Geronimo was no neighborhood, he speaks of peace, stronger again love, after all, be aware that the Apache chief has come to the end of his life the Dutch Reformed Church that will be thrown on to his debauchery adopt the Christian religion but that it will find better than his.
It is a miserable life including the murder of his first wife and children and his mother by the Mexican army will be the beginning of a war without thank you, indeed, the Mexican side many dollars were paid for scalps not only men, but also women and children ... ....
He was deported with his people, to the San Carlos Reservation, desert terrain, dry, arid ... in order to make good agriculeurs when nothing said in the story that the Apaches cultivated the land before ... . Leak, retaliation, negotiations, looting, dead dot the mutual history of Indian and Native American and Mexican settlers whose profilération be done on the blood of Indians.
The story still being written winners, this autobiography authorized and led by Barrett history Geronimo, believed bitcap humiliation, we changed some of the most disturbing point was dictated to Asa 1905-1906; Geronimo died of pneumonia in 1909, after leaving his buggy to sell its arches, intoxicated, he would have fallen and stayed all night in freezing rain; guerrirer him the great, finally submitted to the cultivation of watermelons, drink, exploitation, belittling, imprisonment ... the freak ....
A prodigious fact that we currently we say so civilized and for whom there is a little over a century saying that a good Indian was a dead Indian, returning more to this culture of simplicity, in harmony with Nature .... maybe ... maybe ... Irony of Fate?