Showing posts with label #Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Texas. Show all posts

Friday, January 9, 2026

Cowboy Capital to Ghost Town ~ D. K. Deters

In the early 1800s, Tascosa, Texas, was a campsite beside the Canadian River for hundreds of settlers heading westward. Sheepherders from New Mexico and cattlemen followed this vital crossing into the Texas Plains.

Tascosa School (Courthouse in background)

The town began in 1876, when a blacksmith built a one-room adobe by a creek called Atascosa. Shortly after, more businesses arrived, including a general store, the Exchange Hotel, the Tascosa Pioneer newspaper, and the Equity Bar.


Cowboys standing at bar inside the Equity Bar at Tascosa, Texas.

When local businesses applied for a post office under the name Atascosa, they were told the name was already claimed by a town and county in South Texas, so they dropped the “A” from the spelling.

With the addition of more businesses, the town grew and developed into two sections: Upper Tascosa, home to upstanding citizens, and Lower Tascosa, known as Hogtown, where saloons, dance halls, and soiled doves attracted a crowd.

Back in the day, several well-known ranches existed in the area, including the LS, the KIT, the Frying Pan, and the XIT.  The names of cattle barons Charles Goodnight, John Chisum, and George Littlefield have become legendary. A cattle trail connected Tascosa to Dodge City, and Tascosa soon earned the title “Cowboy Capital of the Panhandle.”

Other famous figures associated with the town include Billy the Kid, Henry Brown, Pat Garrett, and Charlie Siringo, whose names remain intertwined with the Old West.

More than twenty-five people are buried in Tascosa’s Boot Hill cemetery, including four who died from the 1886 “Big Fight at the Jenkins Saloon,” also known as the “Tascosa Gunfight.”

What led to Tascosa’s decline? Several factors over the years played a role, including barbed wire. The Frying Pan Ranch and the XIT fenced in the open range, which blocked cattle trails leading into town. The railroad bypassed the town, further isolating it, and in 1893, heavy rains flooded the Canadian River, destroying most of the buildings.



Tascosa Courthouse

While Old Tascosa is a ghost town, the area is home to Carl Farley’s Boys Ranch. The only sites remaining from Old Tascosa are the courthouse (now a museum), the frame school (converted into a home), and Boot Hill.

Tascosa School









Friday, September 10, 2021

My Story Inspiration for Between Home & Heartbreak

 My Story Inspiration
By Jacqui Nelson

What inspires a story? How about...sharpshooter Annie Oakley, Buffalo Bill's Wild West show, Edgar Allan Poe’s poem Eldorado, and picking the name Eldorado Jane (for a Wild West superstar trick rider heroine)?

Last month I shared my Story Inspiration page (a page I've included in the back of all of my books) for book 1 in my Gambling Hearts series, Between Love & Lies. 

Today I thought I'd share the inspiration for book 2, Between Home & Heartbreak...

Between Home & Heartbreak book cover


BETWEEN HOME & HEARTBREAK 


Story Inspiration page ~ from the back of the book

I love spending time pondering names. In Between Home & Heartbreak, the spark for the stage name Eldorado Jane came from the desire to have a two-part name like Indiana Jones. One part fancy or unusual, the other common or plain. Jane was a quick choice for a common but still beautiful woman’s name.
The name Eldora was an easy pick for a short version of Eldorado. The “Dora” part of Eldora led to Dorothy and the last name Dority as well. Dority was also a pick from the TV series Deadwood (a violent but also incredibly fascinating series) in which two of my favorite characters were Al Swearengen and his right-hand man, Dan Dority.

Bringing Eldora and Lewis’ different personalities together was great fun—as was researching traveling vaudeville performers. America’s most iconic Wild West show, Buffalo Bill's Wild West, started in 1883 but it wasn’t until 1885 that it featured its two equally large but also opposite personalities: the flamboyant embellisher, impresario Buffalo Bill (William Frederick Cody), and the understated but brilliant sharpshooter, Annie Oakley (Phoebe Ann Mosey). He called her Little Missie. She called him The Colonel. 

Edgar Allan Poe’s poem Eldorado (found in this book’s preface) provided inspiration before and during writing. After I thought of Eldora casting a soothing shadow over Lewis (when they first met), I remembered Poe’s poem. It seemed only fitting that Lewis would soon see Eldora as not only his Angel Eyes but his faithful shadow.

Who is Eldorado Jane? Long-lost friend or scheming Wild West superstar?


BETWEEN HOME & HEARTBREAK

Gambling Hearts Series, Book 2

Texas Hill Country – 1879

Plain Jane Dority vanished while riding in a storm beside her childhood best friend. Eighteen years later, Wild West trick-riding superstar Eldorado Jane returns to claim her birthright: the Dority homestead now owned by the steadfast Texan who never forgot Jane or forgave himself for her disappearance.

Lewis Adams would give anything to see his friend come home, but he’s certain Eldorado Jane isn’t his Jane. So why does this mesmerizing woman—with the talent and fame to have anything she desires—want the remote patch of land that he loves? There’s only one way to find out: accept a wager with a deceiver who holds the power to bring back his friend or break his heart. The outcome rests in her hands. Or does it?

Friendship. Betrayal. Blackmail. Eldorado Jane holds every card…except the one that matters most.



InD'tale Magazine Book Review "A real page turner, this is a quick and satisfying read."



THE GAMBLING HEARTS SERIES 

Between Love & Lies, book 1
Between Home & Heartbreak, book 2

The Gambling Hearts series. Love is a gamble, especially if you're holding a losing hand.



Hope you enjoyed my writing inspiration and that your Friday and your September are...filled with fabulous autumn color and fun 🍁🍂❤️

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Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Texas Rangers...then and Now

 By Glenda Thompson



Please give a big welcome to our guest.   A sixth-generation Texan with Scottish roots, Glenda Thompson can 'bless your heart' with the best of them. As a former emergency medical technician married to a south Texas Lawman, she's used insider information from both their careers as inspiration to build her Broken world of Texas Rangers with hidden pasts and dark secrets.


“No man in the wrong can stand up to a man in the right who just keeps on a-comin’.”—The Texas Ranger Creed.

 

Texas Rangers have long been considered the biggest, baddest, best cowboys in Texas. In 1823, the Father of Texas Stephen F. Austin hired ten men to act as a defense for the 700 newly settled families who arrived in Mexican Texas. Established to protect frontier settlements from Indian attacks, the Rangers gained their reputation for ferocity when they fought in the Mexican War of Independence. They fought so hard with no thought of surrender that they became known as “Los Diablos Tejanos”—The Texas Devils.

 

“One riot, one Ranger” is a quote attributed to Captain Bill McDonald. According to legend, which may or may not have been exaggerated a tiny bit, in the 1890s a prizefight was scheduled in the heart of Texas… or maybe along the Rio Grande… or even West Texas… anyway, somewhere in Texas a prizefight was scheduled that the citizens wanted stopped. They called the Rangers to prevent it from happening. The mayor and prominent citizens met the Rangers at the train. Disappointed painted their faces when a single Ranger stepped from the train. The mayor asked, “Where are the rest of your men?”

 

Captain McDonald is said to have replied, “There’s just one prizefight, isn’t there?”

 

In 1935, the Texas Department of Public Safety became the governing body of the Rangers. Prior to this, the Rangers were a unique proposition. They didn’t belong to the regular army. They weren’t a militia nor a national guard, and they were never declared an official police force. Rather, they were one of the most colorful, deadly groups of irregular partisans supporting law and order that the country has ever seen. They said a Ranger would charge hell with a bucket of water. 

 

Rangers pride themselves in being able to take care of their business with minimal aid, but they aren’t too proud to ask for help when they need it. Since the Department of Public Safety began in 1935, there have been a few occasions in which it took the efforts of every Ranger in the state to resolve the situation. In the 1950s, illegal gambling in the Galveston area was out of control. The Rangers checked into Galveston’s Buccaneer Hotel and didn’t check out again for three and a half years. After that, they dealt with the slant hole drilling business of the early 1960s in Kilgore, Texas. A third event was the Lone Star Strike in 1968. Rangers hated working strikes because they are a lose-lose situation. Each side felt the Rangers favored the other.

 

Today’s Texas Rangers are just as tough, but still human. My novel, Broken Toys, follows an investigation into human trafficking while showing the human side of my Rangers.




Blurb: 

Texas Ranger Noah Morgan has his life together—with a great job and the girl of his dreams. Too bad it's all based on a lie. A single phone call threatens to bring it all crashing down. After an irate citizen complains shoddy workmanship has left him with a booby-trapped driveway, and the local sheriff's office is too busy to respond, Noah takes the call. The investigation of local scam artists uncovers a human trafficking ring, Noah fights to avoid being swept back into the sights of his murderous family—people he escaped at the age of seventeen.

Can he keep his past a secret or will his carefully crafted life come to a violent end?


 “His life is perfect. Too bad it’s built on a lie.”

Excerpt:

“While we wait for the mobile crime scene lab to arrive  from Austin, I need you to sign this consent-to-search form. Next, Ranger Trammell and I will photograph the scene to preserve it in situ—as it currently is.” 

“Now you wait one cotton-picking minute,” the old man growled. “How long will all that take? What if I don’t want to sign your verdammt form? I need my car. The old lady has several doctors’ appointments in San Antonio this afternoon.” 

Noah lifted his hat again and brushed sweat off his forehead before it rolled into his eyes. “Tell you what. Sign this piece of paper giving us permission to search your driveway, and as soon as we finish the photography, Ranger Trammell and I will change your tire. Then you can pull your car out of the driveway. If you don’t sign it, we will have to find a judge and get a warrant. Going the warrant route will delay things considerably.” Noah shrugged. “The choice is yours. Either way it goes, you won’t be able to pull back in for some time. We’re going to have to tape off your driveway and process it as a crime scene. Is there somewhere you could stay for a few days?” 

“Crime scene?” Mr. Schmidt crumpled as if he’d been kicked in the solar plexus. Bewilderment flooded his features. For the first time since the rangers arrived, the man looked old. “My driveway is a crime scene?” 

“I’m afraid so, sir,” Noah said, using the tone he reserved for scared kids, grieving family members and sagging old men who hadn’t tasted sweet tea in more than sixty years. “Hip implants, bits of bone and teeth are not normally used for road base. It looks like someone may have disposed of a body in your driveway.”

 

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Friday, May 5, 2017

Comanche Captives: Taken, Part I

Note: There are records of white captives being taken since Colonial times. The following blog deals specifically with children taken captive during the Indian wars in Texas during the last half of the 19th century.
The story of Comanche Captives in popular culture: Movie poster for The Searchers
The first episode of AMC's The Son coincided with my reading of the book News of the World by Paulette Jiles. Both the TV series and the book deal with white children who lived with the Comanches after their capture. The Son centers around a ruthless Texas cattleman, played by Pierce Brosnan, his current shady dealings, and flashbacks to his life among the Comanches. News of the World is a quick read about an old man who makes his living traveling from town to town in Texas reading the newspaper to crowds. At one stop he's asked to take a young girl back to her remaining relatives after she's been released from the Kiowa. By this time the girl has lost her native language and is completely Indianized.

I enjoyed the News of the World, an obviously well-researched book, but when I finished it, it left me with a few questions. Luckily for me the author ended the book with a recommendation for further reading, The Captured:A True Story of Abduction by Indians, by Scott Zesch. I bought the book, thinking it would be dry reading. Oh, but it is not! This fascinating book read like fiction. Zesch became interested in the topic when he started to look into the story of his own relative, Adolph Korn, who had been a captive of the Comanches. Korn was reunited with his family three years after his abduction by which time he'd been living as a fierce warrior. He never was able to readjust to life back with the whites and eventually went to live by himself in a cave. While investigating his own family connection to this part of history, Zesch delved into other stories of "White Indians" who were taken about the same time.

My first question was why in the world would anyone plop their family smack dab in the middle of hostile Indian territory? During this time in Texas dozens of children were taken captive. I'm a mother, and I can't imagine putting my loved ones in such peril. Was any piece of land worth the risk?

Ranch in the Texas Hill Country
After reading Zesch's book, I learned the story was more complex. It wasn't so much a story of daring and hearty pioneers taming the land as it was a story of people who were lured to Texas with the promise of easy living and then found themselves stuck in a deteriorating situation.

German immigrants were the largest group of European settlers in Texas. In the 1800's a group in Germany, the Adelsverein  (the society for the protection of German immigrants), lured waves of families to Texas for the purpose of colonizing that area. They promised fruitful land in a temperate climate, but they forgot to mention some of the downsides--such as hostile Indians.


Comanche Warriors

At this point I'd like to mention that other Native American tribes regarded the Plains Indians as the most warlike Indians. In turn, the other Plains Indian tribes believed the Comanches to be the most fearsome. The Comanches used tools of terror such as gang rape and inventive ways of slowly torturing their victims to death (some methods they learned from the Spanish). This was the neighborhood the German immigrants found themselves in.

For a time, relations between the two groups showed promise. The Germans and Comanches signed the Treaty of Meusebach in 1847, promising to be good neighbors to one another and encouraging friendly transactions. The Comanche women were even known to care for the Germans' children while the parents went to work in the fields.

However, when the Germans met with the Comanches to sign the treaty in 1847 they saw something that must have given them pause. While at the Indian camp a warrior with blond hair entered the camp, followed by a cold, sickly Mexican child. When the delegation asked the "white Indian" if he wanted to be taken back to his people, he scoffed and said he'd never live with "the Palefaces" again. The child was a boy he'd captured in Mexico, who was now his slave.

Plaque commemorating the "Lasting Friendship" between German immigrants and Comanches after the Treaty of Meusebach

But then a few things happened to strain relations between the settlers and the Indians. First, the Germans who lived in tight communities to start with, discovered this was not the best way to farm in their new country, so they scattered over the land, setting up isolated farms. The Indians weren't too bothered by the small, contained communities, but now this new move infringed on their hunting grounds.

Next up the Civil War, which acted as a double blow to the immigrants. When the soldiers and Texas Rangers were moved east, this left the settlers under-protected. In addition, they lost their biggest customers when the army left town.

Texas Rangers, 1860's. Their dissolution during the Civil War years left a vulnerable population


And, life wasn't as easy as had been promised. It was hard to carve out an existence in their new land. They had to toil hard from dawn to dusk, living in one room log cabins that didn't keep out the elements. Always on the edge of poverty, the defection of the army left them more desperate.

The Indians watched with amusement as the settlers worked so hard to gain so little, while they lived off the land and enjoyed more leisure time. One Indian stated they killed the whites to "put them out of their misery."

Going out on raiding parties and taking captives was part of Indian culture since before the whites arrived. They took captives to barter for horses and also as a way to replenish their own numbers. In taking captives, they were color-blind. Mexicans, African Americans, other Indians, and Whites were fine as long as they were of a certain age. Children too young to take care of themselves or too old to be successfully incorporated into the tribe would likely be killed during raids.

The picture I have of the settlers in the Texas Hill Country is one of people living in constant fear. The saying "Comanche Moon" comes from the mistaken belief that the Indians only attacked during the full moon. Not true. Attacks came anytime, including broad daylight. A man setting off to help a neighbor might never come home, his mutilated remains found days later. Husbands returned from short trips to find their family dead or gone and their livestock stolen. Children would go out to the fields to do their chores and never be heard from again. Some settlers did pick up and move but many lacking the money to start over had to endure life under the worst circumstances imaginable.

Having children taken was considered a fate worse than death. Some families never learned the fate of their loved ones. Others got an occasional report of a sighting. The families never gave up on finding their children, seeking help from the government and army or enlisting the help third parties to negotiate with the Indians.

It's interesting to note the same debate raged then as now about paying ransom. Giving money in exchange for captives worked, but did it encourage more such acts? Also, less than sympathetic were the folks out east, who had the same initial reaction I did: If you live in Indian territory, what do you expect? Move. Just move.

The book The Searchers by Alan Lemay, which was later turned into the movie by the same name, staring John Wayne, was inspired in part by one man's attempts to rescue his family. The legendary black cowboy, Britt Johnson, born a slave, settled in Texas. When he came home to find his son dead and his wife and daughters gone, Britt went on a quest to find them, which lasted years. In that time he befriended the Comanches, even living with them for a time until his family was returned to him. Unfortunately, six years later he was killed in a Kiowa raid.

Britt Johnson, inspiration for The Searchers (photo from "Frontier Texas")
What actually became of the children captives is interesting. With some exceptions, the children were treated well and adopted into families who loved them like their own. I'll explore their stories in Part II, but one thing the white families who recovered their children learned was how fast the captives became Indianized. As early into captivity as six months the children forgot most of their native tongue and spoke in the language of their new Indian family. A child recovered after over a year of captivity was considered a lost cause. The boys became warriors, joining in war parties, setting upon their former neighbors. It was said the white Indians were the meanest Indians. They had the most to prove, I suppose. By this time they'd perhaps seen their own white family killed and now were identifying with a people who were suffering brutally at the hands of white soldiers. In this new shift, the whites became the feared enemy.

After the Civil War, the soldiers and Texas Rangers came back and helped restore order. A final blow came to the Indians with the arrival of the buffalo hunters. They watched as one of their main resources was hunted almost to extinction for their hides. With their food gone, they had to rely on government handouts. The Plains Indian way of life was coming to an end.

Buffalo Hide Hunters

In 1877 the army swooped down on an Indian camp, killing many and taking women and children captive. Along with the Indian's growing dependence on them for food, having these captives gave the whites one last, powerful bargaining chip. The Comanches under the leadership of Quanah Parker (himself the son of a white captive woman) began turning themselves and their captives in. Only a small band of renegades refused reservation life, and they continued to terrorize that part of the country until one by one they saw their old way of life was over and gave up.

In 1878 a warrior walked into the reservation near Fort Sill. He was the last Comanche to admit defeat. He had long red hair and his name was Herman Lehmann.

Next month: Comanche Captives: the Captives and Release, Part II

Spoiler alert: the family reunions weren't as happy as you'd imagine.