I rode into Concho valley in northern New Mexico the second week of August of 1878. The ranch that had been there was gone. What little that was left of it was mostly ashes. The two cabins and the barns had been burned. Six bodies lay scattered around the site. They were all six males or had been. But all six had been killed in brutal ways.
I knew who had done it too. The band of Mexican- Indians were from down in the mountains of below the border. The men had been tied naked to the lower rails of the fence. Their legs pulled wide, and their genitals put on display. I could see where the three women who lived there were tied on the rails standing nearby their men to watch what was to be done to them.
As the women of the band worked on each man while their women watched as they did so. Once she had watched her man or men die they began to gang raped her.
I had expected to find the three women somewhere on the place too. But they were taken along when the band left. I knew the men. Two each had been tied near one woman. Sara Collins had been tied between her husband Doug and his brother Tye. How they knew I cannot tell but she had belonged to them both. The two men had taken Sara to bed many times together for several years. Kitty Collins is Sara and Doug's 20-year-old daughter, and she was tied between the two young ranch hands who were both fucking her. Becky Pulling was between her husband Frank and Ben Ramsey. Becky had worked in the Saloon a few miles south where Frank had met her. Ben was Frank's best friend and when Frank married her it was a trio for the three of them. Ben had been with Becky many times in the saloon.
When times get hard on the ranch both Sara and Becky went in and worked in the saloon for a time. That was where I had met both women. I had been with them both several times.
The Gang consisted of around 30 men and six women. I could tell by the tracks that the women were all shared by the men sexually. It was likely the six women were wives of the gang members, but once the rapes began all of the women were included in the sexual fun. Their husbands becoming excited by what was happening and gave the nods to the young men to include their wives in the fun.
And maybe for the first time but not likely to be the last now as they watched several young men fuck their wives. I could see they had spent several hours randomly taking women to the grass to enjoy again and again. Once the gang members shared their woman, she then became community property sexually for all to enjoy. The captives would ride nude, and once shared the wives would ride bare breasted for all to know they could now be enjoyed.
I looked the ground over closely. They had not been gone long. Maybe less than 2 hours. I knew they would likely camp soon as the lust was still upon them. The older men for the 3 white women and the younger ones for the 6 wives of their leaders. So, I likely could come upon them in a short ride. Now the odds of 30 to one are very bad.
But I could slim them down some. The question was how long they would keep the white women before they tired and if they were on their way home or just going out on a raid. First, I needed to decide how badly I wanted these women. It was likely if they were on their way-out Becky would be the first given to the women. Becky was the least attractive of the three women. Slightly overweight with very large breasts that the women and their skinning knives could spend hours on. Should I wait until that began? But I knew I couldn't.
It was short of two hours when I found their camp. The sex had been going on longer than I had figured. I could see they were on the ride out on a raid and the men were starting to get excited about the fun they would have in the killing of the three women. They were not to be given to their women. They wanted them for themselves.
As their leader had finished his fun with Becky with his hand entangled in her long hair and his skinning knife in hand, as he shouted to his men, I exploded his head. My sharps.50 had hit him right in the temple. They had no idea where my shot came from. I was bedded down under some trees that helped the breeze dissipate the smoke of the rifle.
They were in shock and had no idea which way to run. So, they didn't. Instead, one of the men who had been fucking Sara pulled her to her feet by her hair and screamed at the top of his voice that he was going to kill the white slut unless I stepped into the open. I set tight. He brought his razor-sharp skinning knife around up under her breast and moved to cut her. But before the blade touched her his head exploded.
