Elfego Baca by request

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Up the trail from El Paso, parallel to the Rio Grande, is the old Spanish trail, Jornada Del Muerto, "the route of the dead man". The trail and the Rio Grande meet at Socorro, NM. Directly west is the town of Magdalena( later to become a R.R. cattle shipping center), from here west to the Arizona border is vast grasslands with springs and creeks. In the early 1800's this area was sparsely settled by Mexican descendants who did a little subsistence farming, raised a few goats and sheep, and lived quiet lives. Various native tribes also called the area home.

Elfego Baca was born in Socorro in the last year of the Civil War. His family then moved to Topeka, Kansas until his mother died in 1880. He returned to NM when his father returned to become a marshal in Belen, NM.

At this time in NM history, Texas cowboys, hardcore Confederate veterans escaping Yankee rule under reconstruction, discovered the vast lands to the west. Many herds of Texas cattle were driven into the grasslands of NM. These armed and experienced veteran war-fighters simply overran the Mexican squatters or bought them out for minimal money.

In 1884, nineteen year old Elfego Baca, tired of his Hispanic people being treated roughly, got him a mail order badge, stole a couple of six-shooters, and appointed himself as deputy sheriff of Socorro County, NM.

In the town of Frisco ( present day Reserve), Elfego got into a shooting fiasco over some of Texas John Slaughter's cowboys trying to hoorah the town. One anglo cowboy was killed and one wounded, the war was on. Eventually, Baca was penned down in a jacal( a Mex style hut made of poles and mud). Word spread among the ranches and more cowboys joined the fight.

Attacked by up to forty cowboys, the battle waged for 33 hours, with thousands of rounds fired. Unwounded, Baca had shot and killed four of his attackers. He was arrested and brought to trial for murder. He was later acquitted after the door of the jacal was presented with over 400 bullet holes in it.

Baca was appointed a U S Marshal in 1888, studied law and passed the bar in 1894. He practiced law on San Antonio Street in El Paso from 1902 until 1904. He held numerous public and political offices in both Texas and NM. Over the years he had numerous confrontations on both sides of the law and both sides of the Mexican border. He had considerable involvement with the Mexican Government on behalf of the US during the Mexican Revolution. He handled security in a big time Mex casino during prohibition. He died on Aug 27,1945 in Albuquerque, NM.

His bigger than life legend is a sizeable part of NM Hispanic culture. There is far more to this fascinating story than I could possibly cover here. Fact is so mixed with fiction that I tried to only represent the facts.
 
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Great story, ONMCPO... and I agree with your known facts about him. After seeing pictures of him, Elfego Baca was the most unassuming and unlikely "tough guy" that I have ever seen. Even saw pictures taken of that door full of bullet holes... it's a wonder that hut didn't collapse from the sheer number of holes. However, after reading the things that I have read about him and the integrity of those who could testify to it, he was certainly one of the toughest hombres in the old west.
 
I've read a little about Elfego Baca and the battle of Frisco, NM. Apparently Baca survived because, if I remember, the floor of the jacal was about a foot below ground level.

After many hours of gunfire, the attackers noticed smoke coming out of the chimney. Baca was making tortillas and coffee for breakfast. From what I can gather, the guy had ice water in his veins.
 
Mulepacker what you say is correct, I had to be selective in the many specific or the post would have been book length.
 
Good job OLDNAVYMCPO, I have been a fan of Elfego Baca ever since I saw the old Disney show about him. Well done article.
 
OLDNAVYMCPO: Speakling of books, have you read 'No Life for a Lady" by Agnes Morley Cleaveland? She grew up on a ranch outside Magdalena around the turn of the century. Great read; the country really was the 'wild west' at that time.
 
This great country has such a colorful past. I feel sorry for the kids of today, for some reason the heroics that were needed just to settle this country have been usurped by hip hop and phoney actors, and amoral celebrities. Of course I'm now 75 and remember history. (Even though I forget where my keys are half the time) I have come to the sort of sad conclusion that age doesn't kill your memory, interest does.
 
Good read, thanks!
There are a lot of colorful spirits roaming that part of the country.
 
Thanks for that story.

When I was in high school I knew two old cowboys in their 70's. I used to talk to them a lot about their experiences living in AZ and NM when they were young. Both of them had moved from the ranches that they had worked for or owned to the farming community where I lived. Both of them were our neighbors. They didn't have a need for a horse any longer but still kept several around to keep them connected to the life they had always lived. They enjoyed being asked to help move cattle or do the normal spring branding, castrating and de-horning on near by ranches AKA the roundup. I got in on a few of those and some other things most people would likely never see today. These guys were as tough as nails even in their 70's.

I had an interest in firearms at an early age and I talked to them about theirs. They had numerous lever action Winchester rifles, some with octagon barrels. All of them were well used without much finish left anywhere. My guess they were carried in scabbards on horses a lot. I remember asking both of them if they ever carried a revolver. The answer was no because they never had a need for one. They also said that not many people did. So my impression is that cowboys around the turn of the century mostly carried rifles.

All of this was in Cochise county AZ 50 years ago.

Like George, I can remember this stuff like it was yesterday but don't ask me where I left my phone.
 
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Old cowhands left their handguns, if they owned one, in the bunkhouse or the chuck wagon unless there was a specific need for it, or if they was goin' to town to do a little showin' off.

Nuthin' worse than a gun belt and six shooter floppin' and bangin' around on your back and side if that hayburner you're straddlin' comes unwound.

Same thing, wrasslin' calves or fixin' fence, it's a pain in the butt in more ways than one.
 
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He has a monument out at Reserve.
I have been through there a couple of times lately but haven't remembered to find it.
It can't be that hard to find, Reserve isn't that big!
New Flash- they now have cell service in Reserve. A few years ago I was down there and there was no service for miles in all directions.
 
I take it the rundown condition of the cabin is part of the display, and meant to be in bad shape......Seems like a strange location for a well done statue of Baca
 
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