San Luis Obispo County Outlaws: Desperados, Vigilantes and Bootleggers
By Jim Gregory
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Jim Gregory
Jim Gregory has been a teacher of literature, anthropology and history for over thirty years in Arroyo Grande and San Luis Obispo. He was Lucia Mar Unified School District's Teacher of the Year in 2010-11, and has led several student trips to WWII sites in Europe. His interest in history of the '30s and '40s was fueled by studying with Pulitzer Prize-winning Stanford professor David Kennedy, as the recipient of a Gilder-Lehrman Fellowship in 2004. He lives in Arroyo Grande with his wife and sons.
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PROLOGUE
THE MAIL RIDER
The sound of the horse’s hooves on the winter hardpan road punctuated the long ride, and as the sun set, the animal’s muzzle began to show steam because the cold came so quickly. Now it was dark, and its rider had to admit that it was getting harder to leave the warmth of a December hearth. The horseman was nearing fifty now, in the middle of the century, and truth be told, he shouldn’t have lived this long but he had an instinct for detecting death and pulling his horse up short of it. He’d been a mountain man, a trapper and an army scout, and most of his contemporaries were gone: the Comanches had finished Jedediah Smith, for example, near the Arkansas River and the Arikara did the same for Hugh Glass in 1833, fifteen years before, on the Yellowstone. They had died as young men, and James Beckwourth, perhaps because of his chameleon-like ability to adapt, as he’d done when he’d lived for years among the Crow people, was still very much alive.
There could be no greater contrast with morbid memories of cold scalped white men than the Christmas ribbons, the oak wood fire and the children who had surrounded the mail rider, Beckwourth, in the adobe ranch house he’d left sixty miles ago. He’d picked up the mail there, exchanging mailbags with the rider whose circuit had begun in Los Angeles. Beckwourth’s circuit began in Monterey and ended in Nipomo at the home of a Yankee ranchero named William Dana, where he would make the turn and head back north again with a fresh horse. The mail riders’ arrival at the home of a man like Dana, the master of Rancho Nipomo’s thirty-eight thousand acres, would have meant much more than a mere mail stop. It was a celebration, because the riders brought news of the outside world with them.
James Beckwourth, about 1860. Smithsonian Institution.
Dana, an educated New Englander, a former sea captain and a man of the world, would have been hungry for news, American news, because California, thanks to two years of war with Mexico, was now an American province. After greetings and a hot meal—beef and beans, onions and peppers and squash, all spooned into fresh tortillas—Dana would need Beckwourth, a colorful storyteller, to catch up with the news to the north, where gold had been discovered on the American River that January and where Dana’s close friends, nearby ranchers Francis Branch and John Price, had taken a holiday in the slack winter weeks to do some prospecting on their own. The three were good businessmen, as well, and if the gold held out, their cattle would be needed to feed hungry miners. That meant deals to be made, cattle drives to be organized north and payment, in gold, to be brought home on the return trips south.
The small herd of Dana children would have ambushed Beckwourth when he’d ridden up to the house; he liked children, didn’t mind them climbing on him, and there were seven young climbers so far at the Dana adobe and two more in their teens, nine of the twenty-one Dana and his wife, Maria Josefa, ultimately would bring into the world. They would lose half of them in infancy or a little beyond, including beloved five-year-old Adelina, named for Dana’s sister, who had died the year before. The grieving parents had provided her a with a special burial in a little tomb in one wall of Mission San Luis Obispo.
Beckwourth’s children were lost, too, but in a different way. There were four that he knew of, mothered by Crow and Mexican women he’d left behind in a lifetime of trapping, exploring, fighting and scouting and now, carrying the mail along El Camino Real, the old mission road that the Franciscans had traveled, north to Monterey.
The Dana Adobe, 1930s. Library of Congress.
It was long enough between Nipomo and his next stop, San Miguel, so that as he got close, Beckwourth clucked encouragement to his mount, which responded eagerly because there would be oats and the great relief of a rubdown with blankets and a currying once the saddle and the mailbags had been removed. For Beckwourth, there would be the reward of another warm place with a family, the Reeds, and their servants, a kind of extended family, that he liked very much.
But even the horse might have sensed something wrong as they got closer, either in the scent that reached his nostrils or in the dark that cloaked the mission colonnade at San Miguel. There should have been light from a warmth of the kitchen fire and from flickering cow-tallow candles. Beckwourth should have heard the voices of both family and guests from William Reed’s rooms in the old adobe outbuildings, now beginning their inexorable decay back into the California earth. There should have been the sound of children.
The mail rider’s instincts, for once, almost failed him. Maybe he was getting too old. When he dismounted, slowly and stiffly, he walked cautiously into the mission grounds and toward the tavern kitchen the Reed family kept so well, along with their cook, one of the few black men, other than James Beckwourth, in this part of California.
The dark had come so quickly that Beckwourth tripped over something in the kitchen doorway. He kicked at it and it didn’t move. When he kneeled next to the obstacle and ran his fingers over it, he realized it was a corpse. Beckwourth sprang to his feet and went back to his mount to retrieve his pistols from their saddlebags. Lighting a candle, he went back inside the Reed family’s quarters, the candle held high in one hand and a pistol in the other. He found a second body. It was a woman, bloodied as badly as Jedediah Smith or Hugh Glass had been. Then another. It was another woman.
The mail rider backed slowly out of the Reeds’ rooms, then ran to his horse, swung into the saddle and galloped away, headed for the nearest rancho with the news of multiple murders. Beckwourth didn’t know it—a skittish horse may have sensed it—but he hadn’t been alone when he’d found the three bodies, and he was being watched as he rode into the darkness.
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A VAST PASTORAL DOMAIN
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Ninety-one years after the mail rider approached Mission San Miguel, documentary photographer Dorothea Lange captured the image of a rider in another part of San Luis Obispo County, in the Los Osos Valley, who might have been comfortable with a nonchalant nod of greeting had he met James Beckwourth on the road. Lange must have believed, as she took her photograph in February 1939, that she was seeing a figure in her viewfinder who belonged to another time.
In fact, her subject, the cowboy coming in from the hills,
as she titled the print, belonged very much to Lange’s time, the eve of World War II. Cattle ranching was still an important part of rural California’s economy. But in her photograph, there are visible connections to Beckwourth’s century, as well. The horse in Lange’s photo wears a thick noseband, evidence of a bitless bridle, a bosal, and the cowboy is wearing chaps—from the Spanish chaparreras—an innovation that, in central California, would have protected the rider as he plunged into the monte, the tangle of willow and scrub that bordered local streambeds, in search of a stray calf. What may have marked him, most of all, as an authentic cowhand was the thick coiled rope, called a riata, secured to his saddle. These features are characteristic of earlier cowboys, the working class of the rancho system of California between 1821 and 1848, during California’s Mexican period. These were the vaqueros, among the finest horsemen in the world, who had inherited the technique, tradition and compact, nimble horses characteristic of feudal Spain—the Mexica, or Aztec, had thought Spanish horse and its conquistador to be one person, and they weren’t far from wrong. Iberian horsemanship had been passed on, centuries later, to the young California men who worked vast areas in tending thousands of head of cattle. The men who owned those cattle, the rancheros, relied on their herds to maintain both their livelihood and a tenuous connection, through offshore trade, between remote California and civilization.
This chapter borrows its title from an 1870s guidebook to San Luis Obispo County.
Cowboy, Los Osos Valley Road, by Dorothea Lange. Library of Congress.
The trade was based, not on beef, but on more durable goods: the hides and tallow of the cattle the vaqueros tended. Cattle hides, Santa Barbara historian Michael Redmon notes, were so important that they became the medium of exchange—they were called California bank notes
—between California cattlemen and the American ships that called at Santa Barbara, Monterey or, more perilously because of its lack of a wharf, at Cave Landing near Avila Beach. Eastern shoe factories were the primary markets for California hides; tallow, or beef fat, provided candles and soap. Rancheros like Arroyo Grande’s Francis Branch prepared for the trade by rounding up their cattle for slaughter in June. Workers would then process the hides by soaking them in seawater, scraping them clean and drying them; this process and tallow production continued into the early fall.
Ships that participated in the hide and tallow trade included, in January 1835, the Boston brig Pilgrim, and one of its hands that winter was Richard Henry Dana, taking a leave of absence from Harvard to spend sixteen months along the California coast. Near Santa Barbara, Dana and his shipmates watched from the beach as Hawaiian workers shuttled hides to a ship’s boat offshore; the Hawaiians formed a line, each man with one or two hides (stiff as boards,
Dana noted) balanced on his head. They made the run impassively through heavy breakers until the boat was full. Later that year, Dana thought himself lucky to escape a similar task assigned some of his shipmates. They were sent to pick up hides near Santa Clara. The ship’s quarter-boat was gone for four days, its men drenched by constant rain, and the forlorn Pilgrim hands had to row thirty miles with the cargo to rendezvous with Dana and his shipmates aboard the brig.
Santa Margarita cowboys branding calves, 1912. They are dressed and equipped much like mid-nineteenth-century vaqueros. San Luis Obispo County Regional Photograph Collection, Special Collections and Archives, Cal Poly State University-San Luis Obispo.
Santa Barbara Harbor at about the time Richard Henry Dana would have seen it. University of Southern California Libraries/California State Historical Society.
What Dana saw onshore during his visits to Santa Barbara and Monterey came through the Puritan lens he was born with. He was, after all, a New Englander who would someday, as historian Kevin Starr notes, marry a girl of sound Connecticut Calvinism who reminded him of his mother.
Dana praised Californians for