Believe me when I say that this production would not be possible
without unstinting support and encouragement from many people. In
particular, I want to recognize Lyn Daniel for her artwork,
criticsm and belief in the story.  Also, as prereaders Mike Allen
and Ted Holeman aided with their suggestions, sharp eyes and
sharper tongues, not letting my laziness detract from the quality
of the narrative.  If this fic rises above the commonplace, it is
largely due to their efforts.  Faith, hope, and words of kindness
from many more people kept me from giving up and pursuing some
less strenuous form of recreation.

For the convenience of the writer(s), all Apaches speak Spanish
(interpreted into English) during this story, except when noted.
Descriptions are dredged from historical notes regarding the
people of the area (as listed in a separate bibliography), from
references on geology, flora and fauna of the region, and from
the delightful vistas encountered in my slightly demented
daydreams.

I have written the Adventures of Macho Caballo/Las Aventuras de
Macho Caballo (TAoMC/LAdMC) for the fun of it, with no
anticipation of profiting financially from the effort thereof.

However, this must be said -

All characters included in TAoMC/LAdMC were created by yours
truly and as such are not intended for use by others without
permission.  If you are making money from them, directly or
indirectly, I would be a) amazed, b) incredulous, and c) envious,
and the very least you could do would be to tell me how you did
it.  After that, it would only be polite to acknowledge the
source.

This story bears no resemblence to reality.  Folks from Mexico
would probably frown on it, the Apaches would disown it, and as
for the Aztecs...they'd want nothing to do with it.  I made it
up.  Oh, there was a lot of reading, and studying, and planning
to get stuff from real life, but the story itself, the
characters, most of the places, and the creatures depicted herein
have never existed.  Except in my mind.  And now in yours.  I
hope they don't track mud on your floor, and I hope they leave
the world a little better for having been here.

Vaya Con Dios.