LAWMEN OF COLORADO -Part One

Post by Doris McCraw, writing as Angela Raines

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I've been writing 'lessons' lately. One was acting lessons for writers: Acting Lessons for Writers, and Early Colorado History Lesson Plan- Early Colorado. this time I thought a review of some of the lawmen of Colorado back in the day might be fun. 

In the southern part of the state, Trinidad to be exact, Bat Masterson was City Marshall. He held the post for less than a year before being voted out of office. Although Masterson held various peace officer jobs, he died at his desk at the Morning Telegraph newspaper in New York where he was writing his column for the day. For those who would like to read more: 

"Bat Masterson: The Man and the Legend"  by  Robert K. DeArment 

"Famous Gunfighters of the Western Frontier: Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday, Luke Short and Others" by W. B. (Bat) Masterson (Author)

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In El Paso County, Colorado, Rankin Scott Kelly, was the first sheriff in 1861. His past is shadowed, but it is known he believed he killed his sister's fiance and ran away at thirteen. Those who have researched his story believe he ranks up there with the rest of the 'hero' lawmen of the era. He also lived to old age. For more on Kelly:

https://video.rmpbs.org/video/colorado-experience-the-sheriff/

R. S. Kelly

Pat Desmond was the marshal of South Pueblo, Colorado sometime after 1873. The people of the area credited him with apprehending more criminals than his peers in the area. In addition to being marshal, Desmond was also a deputy sheriff and was with the Rocky Mountain Detective Association. After Desmond left Pueblo and moved to Ogden, Utah he was shot and died in 1890. Desmond was known to imbibe liberally and have a terrific temper. For more on Desmond:

"Deadly Dozen: Twelve Forgotten Gunfighters of the Old West, Vol. 1" by Robert K. DeArment 

https://www.kmitch.com/Pueblo/bios0062.html

These are just a few of the men who made the West safe. Their stories are inspiring, fun, and full of unexpected twists and turns.

In my first novel "Josie's Dream", the hero, William Murphy is also a lawman tracking a criminal and runs into Josie in the town of Kiowa Wells, Colorado. Below is an excerpt from their first meeting.

From the light from the window Josie thought she recognized the girl as a moan escaped clenched lips when Josie touched the girl's right shoulder. Before Josie could do anything about the man in the alley, the arms that had been supporting her dropped as the man rushed past, heading into the alley. “You don’t treat women that way,” she heard, followed by the sound of blows followed by grunts and howls.

“It sounds like you may have a damaged shoulder,” Josie told the girl, continuing to support the girl. All the while listening to the sounds coming from the alley.

“Yeah, it hurts a bit.” the girl finally answered.

“Would you like…” Josie started to offer, only to be cut off with an “I don’t have no money and pa says we can’t accept charity.”

Josie knew the girls are needed treatment, but as a new resident she felt she’d better tread carefully.

Before Josie could respond, the two combatants came out of the alley. One was being escorted by the other, all fight seemed to have left the loser.

“Well at least you could come back into the hotel with me. I’m new here and would enjoy the company.” Josie offered, heading toward the door with the young girl beside her.

Mason came to the door and seeing the two men exclaimed, “That’s the man who paid us to put the snake in your room.”

“Which one?” Josie asked, looking at the two more carefully.

“The one being held.” Mason replied, pointing at the man who Josie now saw had a bloody nose.

“So you’re Jack?” Josie asked. “Do you always”

She was interrupted by the other man turning Jack toward him, finger under his nose. “What is this I hear about snakes?”

“None of your...”

“None of my what?”

“You have no right to interfere whoever you are,” Jack said.

“The name's Will Murphy, and anytime a low life like you mistreats a woman, I’ll interfere.” Will replied, a controlled anger in his voice. “And no one should terrorize anyone else.”

Josie looked at Will, a feeling of safety coming over her. It surprised and pleased her, then she caught hold of herself. “And whose idea was it about the snake?” she asked. “And why use two boys? Were you afraid you’d get caught?”

Jack glared, closing his mouth, shaking his head.

“The lady asked you a question.” Will said. “I suggest you answer her.”

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The Respectable Mr. Webb

By Paisley Kirkpatrick

This is the unlikely tale of Lawman J.J. Webb, who awaited hanging in New Mexico territory in 1881 and escaped death by commutation to life imprisonment.

He was a boy who came from hardworking, respectable farm parents and at manhood was respected and liked as a business man in several Kansas towns, including Dodge - respected enough to be made deputy and marshal more than once, including service under Masterson and Earp. It just does not seem to follow that John Joshua (J.J.) Webb would end up in Las Vegas, New Mexico, first as a lawman but later as part of a gang of mean gunmen.

J.J. was one of eleven children born to respectable but wandering parents. He apparently was also imbued with the spirit of constant change. Northeastern New Mexico had become the scene of a feverish search for gold. A young J.J. staked a luckless claim and later turned to bartending. When he became involved in gambling, drinking and, inevitably, a killing, he fled to take up government sponsored buffalo hunting.

When he tired of the hunting, he again tried the mining camps, but this time in Colorado. J.J. became acquainted with Wyatt Earp and Wild Bill Hickok. In about 1870, a demand for buffalo hides and meat brought a profitable surge to that business and Webb tried another season of it, becoming expert enough to bring in as many as 85 a day. He invested his considerable profits in a Caldwell, Kansas cantina and gambling hall.

Caldwell had become a booming buffalo-hunting center and Webb, a prominent citizen, became a deputy and a marshal (of a caliber to rank with Earp, Masterson, and Hickok). He was cool, quick on the draw, and fair in dealing with outlaws and rustlers.

With the end of the hide industry in Caldwell, Webb sold out in Caldwell and became a hunter once more, based at famous Adobe Walls in the Texas Panhandle, then a teamster, and a deputy in Dodge under Masterson. At this time he became well-acquainted with Dave Mather, Hoodoo Brown, and others.

He also became owner of the Gay Lady Saloon. While not on the respectable side of the tracks, the Gay Lady was one of the town's more elegant saloons and Webb a respected personage. Known to be handy with a gun, Webb was made deputy for his part of town by Masterson and, later, by Wyatt Earp.

The summer of 1879 found Webb among the Dodge City gunmen hired by the Santa Fe Railroad in a fight against the Denver and Rio Grande for possession of the Royal Gorge in Colorado. After this, running the Gay Lady seemed a bit dull. Webb sold out and headed down the line to Las Vegas, New Mexico, a rip-roaring, end-of-track town in which a lawless element, including Webb's Kansas friends and acquaintances, had taken over and were running the town.

Webb first got a job in the fall of 1879 as a detective for the Adams Express Co., then joined the police force along with the gang of friends from Dodge City. It was suspected that his friend Hoodoo Brown, who as Justice of the Peace and Acting Coroner was running the town, demanded from Webb information on gold shipments leaving the Adams Express office.

The crime for which Webb was finally convicted was the shooting and robbery of cattleman Michael Keliher, in town from Deadwood and flashing a large roll of bills. In a saloon at 4 a.m. on March 2, 1880, it was prearranged that Webb would pick on Keliher, then shoot him for resisting an officer. The money, about $1,950, was out of the cattleman's pocket almost before he hit the floor. Hoodoo Brown took both the money and the next train out of town. Vigilantes took over, captured Webb on March 4th at his rooming house with $500 of the money still on him and jailed him.

By March 9th Webb had been convicted of murder. He was sentenced to hang on April 9th. This execution date was set aside, however, after an appeal of the conviction. The Territorial Supreme Court later sustained the original verdict and the final date for the hanging was set as February 25, 1881. At the last minute Governor Lew Wallace commuted the sentence to life imprisonment. As no attempt was made to move Webb to the Territorial prison at Santa Fe, he was kept on in the Las Vegas jail.

Dave Rudabaugh, an outlaw and gunfighter, helped engineer a jail break and the two escaped never to return to Las Vegas. Accounts differ as to what finally became of J.J. Webb, but he reportedly died of smallpox at Winslow, Arkansas, on April 22, 1882, while working as a teamster under the name of Samuel King.

Here we have the paradox of a man who might have gone down in Frontier History with some of the great marshals -- another Tilghman, Masterson, Earp, or Hickok, but who by some ironic turn of fate ended instead a desperado to fade at last into obscurity.

Written by Lance Robbins, published in Real West Publication, July 1968