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Sort order. Daniel OConnell is currently reading it Feb 06, Peggi added it Sep 23, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. About Tom Todd. The Rangers were forced to sore foot it all the way back to Globe. There were telephones now throughout the West, along with ice cream parlors, bicycles built for two, Coca-Cola, hot dogs, and toothpaste in a tube. Adventurous young men who yearned to follow frontier ways had few places to "hear the owl hoot" at the turn of the century, but Arizona still offered far horizons and a sense of freedom and exuberance.
Mountain trails and open rangeland invited those who wished to ride; deer, antelope, bear, and big cats abounded for the hunt. Cowboys still could find large ranches that were hiring, while dishonest drovers stood a good chance of making off with rustled cattle. The Arizona population was sparse: in the largest town, Tucson, held only 7, people, and just , persons were scattered across the sweeping vastness of the territory.
Bank and train robbers, murderers, rustlers, and other lawbreakers with a fast horse stood a reasonable chance of remaining free from arrest. Individuals with the instincts of a manhunter could find a rare challenge remaining in Arizona. A man could pin on a badge, climb into the saddle and, in the righteous cause of justice and the territorial statutes, gallop into the mountains and canyons and deserts in pursuit of society's enemies.
There were still plenty of wrongs to right in Arizona. On February 15, , for example, a northbound train pulled into Fairbank at dusk and was jumped by five bandits. Express messenger Jeff Milton was hurled off his feet by a severe arm wound, but he scrambled for a shotgun and blasted "Three-Fingered" Jack Dunlap with eleven buckshot.
Gunfire continued, and by the time the outlaws forced the door, Milton had fainted from loss of blood. He had hidden the keys before he lost consciousness, however, and the outlaws rode away empty-handed from the scene of the shootout. The heroic Milton was hospitalized for months, and his arm was permanently crippled. Veteran law officers George Scarborough and Walter Birchfield trailed the gang into a canyon, but a rifle bullet ripped through Scarborough's leg and killed his horse.
Scarborough was taken to Deming, New Mexico, where his leg was amputated, but he died the day after being shot, on April 6, Stiles, who had been given trusty privileges following a confession, produced a revolver and demanded the keys. Bravin resisted, and after a brief scuffle he was shot in the leg by Stiles, who then tried to release all of the prisoners.
Only two men followed him to freedom. A couple of weeks later, the fugitives sent the jail keys back to Tombstone along with an arrogant note: they had met some men who were wanted for killing a gambler, but they did not arrest the "killers" because "we had no warrant and were afraid we could not collect the mileage.
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After being handcuffed, however, Stiles bolted for the rear door and escaped into the darkness. With outlaws seemingly gaining the upper hand in Arizona, cattlemen, mine owners, railroad officials, and newspaper editors pressured Territorial Governor Nathan Oakes Murphy to combat lawlessness with a special force modeled upon the famed Texas Rangers. Let us have a Territorial Ranger Service.
The men were to provide their own arms, mounts, "and all necessary accoutrements and camp equipage," although the territory would replace horses killed in action.1stclass-ltd.com/wp-content/kegunaan/1334-samsung-galaxy-s4.php
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Rangers were authorized to temporarily confiscate horses, if needed, while in pursuit of criminals. The territory would provide ammunition, food, and forage for each Ranger, not to exceed one dollar for meals and fifty cents for horse feed per day. The force was to "be governed by the rules and regulations of the army of the United States, as far as the same shall be applicable.
The governor was authorized to appoint "competent persons as captain and sergeant," and Murphy knew exactly whom he wanted to head the Arizona Rangers. Burton C. Mossman had impressed most people since his arrival in Arizona in Born in , Burt Mossman was the son of an Illinois farmer who rose from private to major with the Thirty-sixth Illinois Volunteers during the Civil War.
When Burt was a boy the family moved to Missouri, then migrated to New Mexico in He learned to speak Spanish, worked with a survey crew in the Apache-infested Sacramento Mountains, and hiked miles round-trip across the desert to a stage stop with surveyors' reports for Washington.
In the Bar 00 was sold, but by year's end Mossman was employed as superintendent of the vast Aztec Land and Cattle Company. The Hash Knife, as the famous spread was known, grazed 50, cattle and 2, horses on a two-million-acre range located eighty miles west of Holbrook and forty miles south of the Atlantic and Pacific Railroad tracks.
Under negligent management, the Hash Knife had become a haven for lazy and often dishonest cowboys, many of whom actually helped rustlers like the notorious Bill Smith and his gang. For fourteen years in a row, the Hash Knife had been unable to pay a dividend to its investors. In the Aztec Land and Cattle Company, like other western ranching syndicates, decided to liquidate their holdings. Mossman talked into accepting the captaincy of the Arizona Rangers, stipulated that he would serve just one year, and he extracted concessions that he could select his own successor and "that I would not be interfered with.
Section 10 of the Ranger Act stated that the captain should select "as his base the most unprotected and exposed settlement of the frontier. Mossman now had to recruit thirteen Rangers. He wanted outdoorsmen - men who could ride and trail and shoot, men who had experience as cowboys or peace officers. He had several candidates in mind, but he went about the enlistment process quietly.
Mossman did not announce the new members of the force, hoping to guard their identities from lawbreakers. Ed Scarborough, a mere twenty-three years old, was the son of George W. Scarborough, the veteran officer who had died the previous year after taking a rifle bullet from a rustler near San Simon. The next week Carlos Tafolla enlisted at St. Campbell, although most recently a farmer, had amassed "unusual military experience" and eventually rose to sergeant.
Enlisting on September 20 was Duane Hamblin, a tanned, rugged-looking outdoorsman with a sweeping mustache and a growing family. The thirteen vacancies were filled in October, with Henry Gray, a forty-seven-year-old Californian and the oldest of the charter Rangers, as the twelfth, and forty-year-old Frank Richardson as the thirteenth. Mossman, although a staunch Republican, had never asked his men about their politics, being far more concerned with their ability to ride and shoot.
So, all I have to do is keep appointing Democrats and there soon won't be any left to worry the Republicans.
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Browning, America's foremost genius in arms design, devised the Model , which was a landmark in Winchester production. The Winchester was the first lever-action repeater to use a box mag azine instead of the old tubular magazine. Five rounds nestled in the box, and the chamber could accommodate a sixth. One advantage of this rifle was that it used the same caliber cartridge as the Army Krag, and "we could always be sure the commanding officers at Fort Huachuca and Fort Apache would load us up with plenty of ammunition whenever we ran low.
The territory would furnish ammunition, along with provisions and forage for horses. An immediate target of the Rangers was the Bill Smith Gang. This band of rustlers made their headquarters in northern Graham County, where Bill Smith and his younger brothers and sister lived at their mother's home on the Blue River, near Harper's Mill. As a young man, Bill had drifted into Oklahoma Territory, where reportedly he served an apprenticeship in rustling and other frontier chicanery with the Dalton brothers.
By the turn of the century, he was Arizona's most notorious cattle rustler. Bill had first been arrested in for cutting out and weaning a score of calves from ranchers Henry Barrett and Bill Phelps. Smith was jailed at St.
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Jailer Tom Berry found Smith to be such a hard sleeper that it was necessary to enter his cell at breakfast time to awaken him. But Berry was merely the victim of an escape ruse. One morning when he walked into the cell, Berry found himself staring into the muzzle of a. Smith locked Berry inside the cell, then slipped out to a woodshed, where Al had left a Winchester and ammunition. After his escape, Smith fled to New Mexico for a year. When he returned to Arizona he was wanted for train robbery, and he continued to steal cattle and horses, often from Henry Barrett.
During the first week of October , the Bill Smith Gang was spotted heading south near Springerville with a herd of stolen horses. A couple of days later, one of the younger Smith brothers rode into St. Johns to buy supplies, and he casually asked the whereabouts of Barrett. The tough old rancher heard of the inquiry and proceeded to organize a posse.
Tafolla and Hamblin, having been assigned to search for the Smith Gang, readily joined Barrett. There the posse enlisted Crosby and the Maxwell brothers, Bill and Arch. The Maxwells, regarded as superb scouts, had been friends with the Smiths until the gang made off with several horses from the Maxwell range.
The posse pitched camp at the same site, then the next day, October 8, followed the trail six miles down the west bank of the Black River. There is no more beautiful or forbidding wilderness in America than the Black River country. In October the temperatures are crisp during the day and frigid at night, and the forests are a riot of orange and red leaves, with a thick carpet of pine needles on the ground.
Soaring mountains bristle with towering pine and spruce trees, cedars and junipers. It is difficult country to traverse: the narrow, winding valleys are too thickly forested for easy passage, while the steep mountainsides offer treacherous, boulder-strewn angles littered with fallen timber. Breaks in the timber from high on the mountains reveal breathtaking views of wild beauty, but the almost impenetrable wilderness provided a natural hideout for fugitives.
Rustlers regularly found refuge in the area, and the nearby western border of New Mexico offered an additional avenue of escape. On Tuesday, October 8, the outlaws were in camp at Reservation Creek, in a gorge yards wide and feet deep near the headwaters of Black River. The gang had shot a bear and late that cold afternoon were engaged in skinning the beast. Some of the gang members had started supper, while bloodhounds prowled the camp perimeter.
One hound nervously barked out an alarm, and Bill Smith scrambled to the top of a rim for a look.