I often go into the little town of Old Mesilla, NM, where Billy the Kid was arrested and tried. The Courthouse building is still as it was but it is
a "Billy the Kid giftshoppe". It is cool with the ceilings and 12 inch thick walls of adobe.
Here is the part of the story that I like:
When Billy was coming onto the town of Mesilla, he knew there would be trouble so he took his guns off just outside of town and hung them on an old
mesquite tree. When he was arrested they asked him where his guns were and he refused to say other than he hung them on a tree.
No one to this day has found them and most of the old Mesquite trees are still alive from the days of Billy. It would not surprise me to find out
they are still hanging on the tree, of course the leather would be harder than a rock but here in the desert southwest things don't rot like they do
I have a neighbor that was out hiking in the desert and up ahead in a mesquite tree was something white hanging there. He thought to himself that it
was odd and went to it and it was a pear-shaped object as white as a ghost. He said he couldn't make heads or tails of it so he plucked it off the
tree and brought it home. It was hard as a rock so he put it in some warm water. Sure enough as it was absorbing the water he realized it was a
leather bag and soon he was able to open it up; out poured a handful of perfect arrowheads. We both suspect that an indian, some 100 years ago (it
has been that long now since they were out this way), most likely Mescalero Apache, was walking through and his bag of arrowheads had snagged the
mesquite tree without him realizing it. What an awesome find!
If interested people should read about Pat Garrett, he was shot because of some goats just right up the road from me. The killer was never
prosecuted, they say it was self-defense but the story says otherwise.
Also a good read is the story of the very first unsolved murder for the American settlers. High in the foothills of the Organ Mountains there is a
cave/rock formation called 'La Queva', it means 'the cave', and there lived a reclusive catholic monk. He refused to live in the nearby town of
Old Mesilla, NM, but told the residents not to worry about him as long as they could see his nightly fires that he would build. One night the fire
did not light and they took the long trip up the slopes of the mountains. There they found the monk murdered and mutilated. Most suspected it was
Apaches, but it was never really solved. Now 'La Queva' is part of a State Park and visitors go climbing there daily.
For a great visual of these mountains here is a link to Ramblin' Camera's, a photography website that features a fabulous array of pictures from the
Organ Mountains. They call them the organs because the peaks look like organ pipes.
These are the mountains I stare up at every morning and every evening! I go hiking about twice a year, but I really should go more often. A fabulous
place to bug-out to, water runs year round and there are Elk. Only 15 minutes from the house; this time of year the rattlesnakes are a bit heavy
Ramblin' Cameras--Organ Mountain Galleries
Can't you just imagine yourself riding along with Billy as he looked up at these mountain tops, most likely without a care in the World it would
seem, until ole Pat Garrett got him!
OK, so now you all know where to find me, oh well!