New Mexico,
like all states and territories in the
American West, has had its share of
violence over the years, particularly
between the time of the American Occupation
in 1846 and statehood in 1912. It didn’t
end then, of course, and these pages record
violent events that occurred as recently as
the beginning of the 20th century’s third
quarter. Too often, fights resulting in
death were nugatory in nature: a dispute
over a flock of turkeys, a drunken revelry,
one man’s personal dislike of another,
petty theft. Other fights were far more
important: peace officers killed as they
performed their duties, criminals shot down
as they assaulted society in one way or
another. Here are a few examples:
• Train robbers outgun lawmen and kill
three peace officers in one fight
• A deputy sheriff, drunk, picks a fight
with the wrong store clerk; shot dead in
the street
• One gang of cattle thieves attacks
another outlaw gang and kills three men in
the fight
• One man’s shooting spree results in the
death of a deputy, a judge and two others:
lynched
• A State Police officer murdered from
ambush, for no good reason
• A husband and wife go for their guns, and
both end up dead
There is nothing glorious or romantic about
any of this: violence is ugly and
unpleasant in every case. These were real
people, sometimes cowardly in their
demeanor, sometimes brave, and even heroic.
Some died with their boots on; others did
not. The common denominator was that more
often than not, once the gun smoke cleared
away, it became clear that someone was
badly wounded, dying, or dead. Violence, it
is said, results when attempts at civility
have failed, but the fact is that more
often than not, the attempt is not made.