135 pages softcover. Here is an excerpt from Arizona In The '50s by Betty Barr

It was a rule at Apache Pass station that no Indians were allowed inside of the corral at any time. In the kitchen was a big fireplace and I would let them come there to get warm, but never when the coaches came in. One day as the coach horn blew, I heard Abbot the cook say, "Uga-she," or "Go out," and a warrior answered, "To-was-te-do," or "I don't want to."

    I went in and took him by the hair and breechcloth and hustled him out the doorway.  I was shutting the door when he hurled his lance at me. The door was made of split ash logs and pretty well seasoned. The lance buried itself in the wood and missed me.

    We had given this warrior the name of "Dirty Shirt" as he wore a hickory shirt given him by Dr. Steck, and it was dirty and greasy, never having been changed since he first put it on. After he threw the lance I was angry enough to have killed him. I caught him by the hair and butted his head against the stone wall. Dirty Shirt was one of Cochise's warriors and when Cochise heard what I had done, he planned revenge.

    When the coach came in from the east loaded with passengers, among them being Sylvester Mowry, Cochise was handy. Louis O'Shea, the conductor, and Brad Daily, driver, had a great terror of the Apaches. When all were seated to eat, I came in from the corral. At a glance, I knew that Cochise was there on purpose, for he had always gone from the station at other times when the coach came in...