Treacherous Braves, a Faithful Dog, and a Murder | Chapter 14 | Six Years with the Texas Rangers

Chapter Fourteen of Six Years with the Texas Rangers eighteen seventy five to eighteen eighty one read by Alan Dove Chapter Fourteen Treacherous braves a faithful dog and a murder during the latter part of January 1882 mining engineers named Andrews and Wiswall from Denver Colorado appeared at the ranger camp in Isleta They had a new ambulance pulled by two elegant horses and led a fine saddle pony. They were well fitted out for camping, and had the finest big black shepherd dog I had ever seen. Mr. Andrews used a Springfield, while Mr. Wiswall carried a sharp sporting rifle. Besides, they had shotguns and six-shooters. These miners wanted to buy 100 pack burros and, not finding what they wanted in the Rio Grande Valley, decided to go over in the Upper Pecos Valley near Eddy or Roswell, New Mexico, for pack animals. They consulted Lieutenant Baylor about the best route they should follow. he advised them to travel down the overland stage route to Fort Davis thence by Toya Creek and on up to Pecos but the engineers thought this too much out of their way and concluded to travel by the old abandoned Butterfield stage route which leads by Hueco Tanks Alamo Springs Cornudos Mountain Crow Flat Guadalupe Mountain and thence to the Pecos River Lieutenant Baylor warned the men that this was a very dangerous route, without a living white man from Isleta to the Pecos River more than 150 miles distant, and through an Indian country all the way Nevertheless, Andrews and Wiswall selected this latter route, and the third day out from our camp reached the old abandoned stage station at Crow Flat about noon. This was in an open country, and from it one could see for miles in every direction. A cold north wind was blowing, so, for protection, the two men drove inside the old station walls, unhitched and hobbled their horses and pony, and were soon busily baking bread, frying bacon, and boiling coffee, not dreaming there was an Indian in the country though they had been warned to look out for them. Like all men traveling in that country, the two miners had the appetite of coyotes and became deeply absorbed in stowing away rations. Unnoticed, the horses had grazed off some three or four hundred yards from the station, and the two men were suddenly startled by a yelling and the trampling of horses' feet. Looking up, Andrews and Wiswall saw ten or twelve Indians driving off their horses. Seizing their guns, the two white men started after the thieves at top speed. Both being western men and good shots they hoped, by opening on the redskins with their long-range guns, to get close enough to prevent them from taking the hobbles off the horses. But the animals made about as good time as if they had been footloose. This fact was well known to the Texas Rangers, who hobbled and sidelined also, and even then, their horses, when stampeded, would run as fast as the guards could keep up with them on foot. The Apaches can't be taught anything about horse stealing. They are already past masters at the art and while some of the Indians halted and fought Andrews and Wiswall the others ran the horses off and got away with them. The two miners returned to camp feeling very blue indeed. A council of war was held, and they were undetermined the best course to pursue. To walk back 100 miles to El Paso and pack grub blankets, and water was no picnic. On the other hand, it was probably 75 miles to the Pecos but they finally decided to take the shortest way to assistance, which proved the traditional longest way. They determined to stay within the friendly adobe of the old stage stand until night. To keep up appearances, they rigged up two dummy sentinels and put them on guard. They had no fear of an attack at night, especially as they had a dog to keep watch. They left the station at dark. Shep, the dog, wanted to go with them, but the men put a sack of corn and a side of bacon under the ambulance and made him understand he was to guard it. They then set out and followed the old stage route along a horrible road of deep sand. At daybreak, they were near the point of the Guadalupe Peak, and after having traveled on foot about 25 miles they were pretty well worn out. the old stage road here turns to the right and gradually winds around the mountain to get on the mesa land it makes quite a circuit before getting to the next water, Pine Springs, but there was an old Indian trail that leads up the canyon and straight through as Andrews and Wistwall were afoot and taking all the short cuts they took this trail it was late in the day when in a sudden bend of the trail they came in full view of an entire village of Indians coming towards them the redskins were only two or three hundred yards off and discovered the white men at once under such circumstances the two pedestrians had to think quickly and act at once they could not hope to escape by running for most of the Indians were mounted fortunately to the south of the trail there was a sharp sugar-loaf peak and for this Andrews and Wistwall made with all speed reaching the summit they hastily threw up breastworks of loose rocks and as soon as the Indians came into sight they opened fire on them The Redskins returned the fire, but soon discovered they were wasting ammunition and ceased firing. The besieged, suspicious of some stratagem, kept a sharp lookout, and soon discovered the Indians were crawling upward to the barricade and pushing boulders before them to shelter their bodies. The boys decided to keep perfectly still, one on each side, and watch for a chance to kill a savage. The watcher on the west side, where the fading light still enabled him to see, saw a mop of black hair rise cautiously over an advancing rock He fired at once. The head disappeared and the boulder went thundering down the hill with the two white men running over the warrior who was kicking around like a chicken with its head cut off. As good luck would have it, most of the attackers were on the east side. Taking it for granted, the men would try to escape in that direction Before the astonished Apaches could understand just what was occurring, the men, running like old black-tailed bucks, were out of hearing while night spread her dark mantle over them in kindness. Being good woodsmen, the fugitives had no trouble in shaping their course to Crow Flat again. Worn out and weary after traveling more than fifty miles on foot, and with not a wink of sleep for thirty-six hours, they made the old stage stand and found their dummy sentinels still on guard with the faithful shepherd dog at his post. he was overjoyed at the return of his masters at the old adobe station Andrews and Wisswall were in a measure safe for they had water and grub and the walls of the stand five feet or more high would shelter them since the Apaches had made no attempt to kill the dog or rob the ambulance the miners were satisfied that the Indians after stealing their horses had kept on their way to the Mescalero Agency near Tularosa This stage station was on the highway of these murderous thieving rascals who were constantly raiding Texas and Chihuahua, and in their raids they had made a deep trail leading north from Crow Flat or Crow Springs, as some call it, toward the Sacramento Mountains. After the fugitives had rested, they decided they would pull out after dark and hoof it for Isleta. The 50 miles walk over a rough country had pretty well worn out their shoes, so they used gunny sacks to tie up their sore and bleeding feet again giving Shep his orders with heavy hearts Andrews and Wiswall turned their faces to the Cornudos Mountains with the next stage station twenty-five miles distant without one drop of water on the way they were so tired and footsore they did not reach Cornudos until late the next day here they hid in the rocks among the shady nooks of which they found cold water and sweet rest after several days the two men dragged their weary bodies more dead than alive into Isleta and to the ranger camp Lieutenant Baylor ordered me to take eight rangers, and with two mules, proceed to Crow Flat to bring in the ambulance Andrews and Wiswall had abandoned there. The first day, we made the Hueco Tanks. Hueco is Spanish for tanks, and in the early days, travelers spelled it Huaco. Many wild adventures have occurred at these tanks, fights between the Mexicans and the Comanches. During the gold excitement, this was the main immigrant route to California. Here, too, the overland stage route had a stand. the names of Marcy General Lee and thousands of others could be seen written on the rocks the indians themselves had drawn many rude pictures one of which was quite artistic and depicted a huge rattlesnake on the rock under the cave near the stage stand on the eastern side of Hueco Many times when scouting in the Sacramento and Guadalupe mountains, I have camped for the night in the Huecos. Sometimes the water in the tanks had all been used up by the travelers, but there was always plenty of good cool rain water 25 feet above the main ground tanks. Often I have watered my entire command by scaling the mountain to those hidden tanks and, filling our boots and hats with water, poured it on the flat roof-like rocks so it would run down into the tanks below where our horses and mules would be watered in good shape. the city of El Paso i am told now has a fine graded road to those historic mountains and many of its citizens enjoy an outing there our next halt was at the Alamos across the beautiful plains at that time covered with antelope that could be seen scudding away with their swift change of color looking like a flock of white birds here we found some indian signs at the flat above the springs but it was at Cornudos that we again saw the old signs of the Apaches This cornudos is a strange conglomeration of dark granite rocks shot high in the air in the midst of the plains by some eruption of the earth in ages past. This was the favorite watering place of the Tularosa Agency Indians on their raids into Texas and Mexico. From Cornudos to Crow Flat is a long, monotonous tramp of 25 or 30 miles, and we arrived in the night and were promptly challenged by the faithful sentinel, Old Shep. Although we were strangers, the dog seemed to recognize us as Americans and friends. He went wild with joy, barked, rolled over and over, and came as near talking as any African monkey or gorilla could. We gave him a cheer. The faithful animal had been there alone for nearly 15 days. His side of bacon was eaten, and the sack of corn getting very low. The rangers were as much delighted as if it had been a human being they had rescued. The dog had worn the top of the wall of the old stage station perfectly smooth while keeping off the sneaking coyotes. Tracks of the latter were thick all around the place, but Shep held the fort with the assistance of the dummy sentinels. We found everything just as the owners, Andrews and Wistwall, had left it. As was my custom, I walked over the ground where the Apaches and Mr. Andrews and Wistwall had had their scrap. near an old dagger plant i found where an indian had taken shelter or rather tried to hide himself and picked up a number of Winchester forty-four cartridge shells, we secured the ambulance and our return journey was without incident, we arrived back in our camp after making the two hundred miles in a week Mr. Andrews presented Lieutenant Baylor with a beautiful Springfield rifle, I don't know whether Andrews or Wistwall are alive, but that Mexican shepherd dog is entitled to a monument on which should be inscribed fidelity in the spring of 1880, two brick masons Morgan and Brown stopped at our quarters in Isleta on their way from Fort Craig, New Mexico to San Antonio, Texas, they had heard that some freight wagons at San Elizario would soon return to San Antonio and were anxious to travel back with them these men spent two or three days in the ranger camp and seemed very nice chaps and pleasant talkers, one of them Mr. Morgan owned one of the finest pistols I ever saw, it was pearl handled and silver mounted our boys tried to trade for it, but Morgan would not part with the weapon, after the two men had been gone from our camp three or four days, word was brought to Lieutenant Baylor that two men had been found dead near San Elizario the lieutenant sent me with a detail of three rangers to investigate, at San Elizario we learned that the dead men were at Collins sheep ranch four miles from town on arriving there we found to our surprise and horror that the dead men were Morgan and Brown who had left our camp hale and hearty just a few days before, it was surmised that the men had camped for the night at the sheep ranch and had been beaten to death with heavy mesquite sticks They had been dead two or three days, and were stripped of their clothing, their bodies being partly eaten by coyotes. On repairing to his sheep ranch, Mr. Collins found the dead bodies of Morgan and Brown, his shepherds gone, and his flocks scattered over the country. Mr. Collins gave the herders names as Santiago Esquivel and Manuel Moleno. After beating out the brains of their unfortunate victims, the Mexicans robbed the bodies and lit out for parts unknown. As the murderers were on foot and had been gone three or four days, I found it very difficult to get their trail, as loose stock grazed along the bosques and partially obliterated it. As there was a number of settlements, and several little pueblos along the river, I knew if I did not follow the Mexicans' tracks closely, I could never tell where they had gone, so I spent the remainder of the day trying to get the trail from camp. We were compelled to follow it on foot, leading our horses. We would sometimes be an hour trailing a mile. On the following day, I was able to make only ten miles on the trail, but I had discovered the general direction. I slept on the banks of the Rio Grande that night, and next morning crossed into Mexico and found that the murderers were going down the river in the direction of Guadalupe I now quit the trail and hurried on to this little Mexican town traveling around a short bend in the road I came suddenly into the main street of Guadalupe and almost the first man I saw standing on the street was a Mexican with Morgan's white-handled pistol strapped on him I left two of my men to watch the suspect and myself hurried to the office of the president of Guadalupe, made known my mission, and told him I had seen one of the supposed murderers of Morgan and Brown on the streets of his city, and asked that the suspect be arrested. The official treated me very cordially and soon had some police officers go with me. They found the two suspected Mexicans, arrested them, and placed them in the Juzgado. The prisoners admitted they were Collins' sheepherders and said their names were Moleno You know, and Scoville. But, of course, denied knowing anything about the death of Morgan and Brown. All my rangers recognized the pistol taken from the Mexicans, as the weapon owned by Mr. Morgan. The Mexican officers reported to the alcalde, or town president, that the suspects had been arrested. The latter official then asked me if I had any papers for these men. I told him I did not, for at the time I left my camp in Isleta, we did not know the nature of the murder, or the names of the parties incriminated. I declared I was sure the men arrested had committed the murder, and that I would hurry back to Isleta and have the proper papers issued for the prisoner's extradition. The alcalde promised to hold the suspects until the proper formalities could be complied with. From Guadalupe to Isleta is about 50 or 60 miles. I felt the importance of the case, and while I and my men were footsore and weary, we rode all night long over a sandy road and reached camp at Isleta at 9 o'clock the following morning. Lieutenant Baylor at once appeared before the Justice of the Peace at Isleta, and filed a complaint of murder against Manuel Moleno and Santiago Esquivel, had warrants issued for their arrest, and himself hurried to El Paso, crossed the river to El Paso del Norte, and, presenting his warrants to the authorities, asked that the murderers be held until application for their extradition could be made. Within a week, we learned, much to our disgust, that the two murderers had been liberated and told to Vamoose. I doubt whether the warrants were ever sent to the alcalde at Guadalupe a more cruel murder than that of Morgan and Brown was never committed on the Rio Grande yet the murderers went scot-free this miscarriage of justice rankled in my memory and subsequently it was to lead me to take the law into my own hands when dealing with another Mexican murderer