El Muerto: The Headless Horseman of Texas

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First published in 1820, Washington Irving’s short story “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” has been terrifying children for almost 200 years. Though the tale of a hapless schoolmaster’s midnight gallop through the New York woods made the phrase “headless horseman” a household term in America, by the time Irving’s story appeared headless horsemen had been staples of European folklore for centuries. German, Irish, Scandinavian, and English legends all offered versions of the ghoulish phantoms, who usually were said to appear to proud, arrogant people as a warning.

headless horsemanTexas has its own gruesome headless horseman legend. Unlike Irving’s unforgettable spook, though, Texas’s headless horseman rode among the living once upon a time.

Some say he still does.

In the summer of 1850, a Mexican bandido by the name of Vidal made an egregious error: He and several compadres rustled a sizable herd of horses from several ranches south of San Antonio. One of the ranches belonged to Texas Ranger Creed Taylor, a veteran of the Texas War for Independence and a man not inclined to forgive his enemies. (Taylor later would be one of the participants in the Sutton-Taylor Feud, a bloody, years-long running gun battle that resulted in four times as many deaths as the better-known fracas between the Hatfields and McCoys.)

Rustling cattle already had earned Vidal’s head a dead-or-alive bounty. Stealing a Texas Ranger’s horses was the proverbial last straw. Together with fellow Ranger William A.A. “Big Foot” Wallace and another local rancher, Taylor set out to put a stop to Vidal’s unbearable insolence.

The Headless Horseman: A Strange Tale of Texas, 1865

Capt. Mayne Reid’s version of a Texas Legend, published in 1865, received a mention in Charles Dickens’s final novel, Our Mutual Friend.

As a group, the early Texas Rangers were hard men. Tasked with protecting an enormous patch of land rife with outlaws and Indians, the early Rangers were expert trackers, accomplished gunmen, and not opposed to meting out immediate — and often brutal — “frontier justice.” Vidal was about to discover that in a very personal way.

After tracking the bandidos to their camp, Taylor, Wallace, and the third man mounted a surprise attack while the outlaws were asleep. Killing the desperados was not enough for Taylor and Wallace, though. The entire Ranger force was fed up with the rash of rustling plaguing Texas at the time. Not even leaving bodies hanging from trees or hacking them to pieces and using the bits for predator bait had made a strong enough statement.

So, Wallace got creative. After beheading Vidal, he secured the corpse upright on the back of the wildest of the rustled horses, lashed the bandido’s hands to the saddle horn and his feet to the stirrups, and tied the stirrups beneath the animal’s belly. Just to make sure anyone who saw the ghoulish specter got the message, he looped a rawhide thong through the head’s jaws and around Vidal’s sombrero, and slung the bloody bundle from the saddle’s pommel. Then Wallace and his friends sent the terrified mustang galloping off into the night.

William A.A. "Big Foot" Wallace, ca. 1872

Big Foot Wallace, ca. 1872

Not long thereafter, vaqueros began to report seeing a headless horseman rampaging through the scrub on a dark, wild horse. As sightings spread, some claimed flames shot from the animal’s nostrils and lightning bolts from its hooves. Bullets seemed to have no effect on the grisly marauder. They dubbed the apparition el Muerto — the dead man — and attributed all sorts of evil and misfortune to the mysterious rider.

Eventually, a posse of cowboys brought down the horse at a watering hole near Ben Bolt, Texas. By then the dried-up body had been riddled with bullets and arrows, and the head had shriveled in the sun. The posse laid Vidal’s remains to rest in an unmarked grave on the La Trinidad Ranch. Only then did Wallace and Taylor take public credit for the deed. The episode contributed to Wallace’s reputation and had the intended effect on rustling.

Even the revelation of the truth behind the legend did not end el Muerto’s reign of terror. Until nearby Fort Inge was decommissioned in 1869, soldiers reported seeing a headless rider roaming the countryside around Uvalde, near Taylor’s ranch. Thirty years later, a rise in the ground 250 miles to the southeast, near San Patricio, Texas, was christened Headless Horseman Hill after a wagon train reported an encounter with el Muerto. A sighting occurred in 1917 outside San Diego, Texas, and another near Freer in 1969.

El Muerto reportedly still roams the mesquite-covered range in Duval, Jim Wells, and Live Oak counties — still fearsome, still headless, and still reminding those who see him that Texas Rangers didn’t come by their tough-hombre reputation by accident.

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Robbing Banks Stealing HeartsI haven’t written any tales about headless horsemen — yet — but ghosts play a significant role in one of my short novellas. Family Tradition is one of two stories that compose Robbing Banks, Stealing Hearts.

Everyone should have career at which they excel. At failing to commit crimes, nobody is better than Laredo and Tombstone Hawkins. Maybe they can bumble their way into love.

Family Tradition
Haunted by his kin’s tradition of spectacular failure, bank robber Tombstone Hawkins is honor-bound to prove his family tree produced at least one bad apple. When carnival fortuneteller Pansy Gilchrist tries to help, she accidentally summons a pair of dishonest-to-goodness ghosts. Getting into the spirit of a crime is one thing…but how do you get the spirits out?

 

Here’s a brief excerpt:

Stone blinked at the apparitions. If not for Madame Minerva’s confirmation, he’d have sworn he was seeing things—and he hadn’t touched a drop of whiskey in weeks.

He eased backward a step.

So did she, sidling up next to him until her hipbone collided with his leg.

The two ghosts floated around the table, one on each side, and planted themselves close enough for Stone to poke a hand through either misty shape. Forcing a swallow down his throat, he squinted at the nearest. He’d been on the receiving end of that old man’s irritated glare far too often.

Heart racing fast enough to outrun a mule with a butt full of buckshot, Stone faded back another step.

The fake gypsy stayed with him, as though she were glued to his side.

The gauzy forms kept pace.

“Emile?” Madame Minerva’s voice squeaked like a schoolgirl’s.

Even on a ghost, disappointment was easy to spot. A pained frown gripped one apparition’s face. “I’m not part of the con any longer, Pansy. You can’t call me father just once?”

Stone ducked his head and tossed the woman a sidelong glance. “Pansy?”

“Said Tombstone,” she hissed.

The second ghost spoke up, his voice strangely hollow but recognizable. “Boy, you got nothin’ to say to your ol’ pop?”

“I uh… I…” Stone’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Thank God, Emile picked up the conversation. “I see my little girl is keeping the family tradition alive.”

“I am.” Pansy’s breathy whisper carried a hint of tears. “Oh, Emile, I wish you had stayed.”

“I’ve been here all along. You just haven’t looked for me before.” Emile’s specter extended a hand to cup his daughter’s cheek. Pansy leaned into the phantom caress.

Stone snatched her before she toppled over. Too late, he discovered she weighed little more than a ghost herself. His grab yanked her off her feet and slammed her into his chest.

He exercised quite a bit more care setting her back on the dirt floor.

 

 

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Kathleen Rice Adams
A Texan to the bone, award-winning author Kathleen Rice Adams spends her days chasing news stories and her nights and weekends shooting it out with Wild West desperados. Leave the upstanding, law-abiding heroes to other folks. In Kathleen's tales, even the good guys wear black hats.

Her short story “The Second-Best Ranger in Texas” won the Peacemaker Award for Best Western Short Fiction. Her novel Prodigal Gun won the EPIC Award for Historical Romance and is the only western historical romance ever to final for a Peacemaker in a book-length category.

Visit her at the Hole in the Web Gang's hideout, KathleenRiceAdams.com. Or, connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest. Her Amazon author page is here.

25 Comments

  1. What an ‘interesting’ way to inspire fear in the horse rustlers!

    1. I thought so, too! Not that I’ve ever considered rustling, but if I had, I think seeing El Muerto would have convinced me to stay on the straight and narrow. 😀

  2. Great post, as usual, Kathleen. I had heard of El Muerto, but I never knew the story behind the legend. Interesting stuff. Makes me glad to be on the right side of the Texas law. 🙂

    1. Me, too, Karen. I’d just as soon not run across a Texas Ranger’s macabre sense of justice. 😉

  3. Oh, Kathleen, I’m so intrigued by the excerpt from FAMILY TRADITION that I looked up the set-up for the other story, WORST OUTLAW IN THE WEST, and now I want to read both stories. I had to laugh at the idea of the heroes trying to live up (down?) to family tradition, to restore dishonor to the family name. LOL Do I see an e-reader in my future–or maybe try to read them on my computer? Hmmmm…

    1. Amazon’s Kindle app for desktop computers and smartphones is wonderful. I use my phone to read at the doctor’s office, the dentist, the veterinarian… The app is quite handy.

      Thanks for the compliments about the Hawkins boys. I had so much fun with those two and their heroines, Prudence and Pansy. I keep wishing that family had been bigger. 😀

      Nice to see you, Eliza!

  4. I enjoyed learning about this legend.

    1. I’m glad, Janine! I enjoy writing this kind of post. History can be much stranger than fiction. 😉

  5. Great post. I learn so many things about Texas from you. My Texas history classes never told about these kinds of things. You would think that required classes could bring in some fun things once in a while. I enjoyed history but it would have been more fun with these little tidbits.

    1. I know several teachers who swear more kids would embrace history lessons if fun stuff like this story were included. So much of history fascinates us as adults, but kids find it dreadfully boring. It’s really a shame that teachers have had to abandon the livelier parts of education because they’re required to “teach to the test” these days. **sigh**

  6. Interesting. Thanks for sharing.

    1. You’re welcome, Kim! Nice to see you again. 🙂

  7. What an intriguing post. Thanks

    1. Thanks, Debra! Halloween’s just around the corner! May as well play the season for all it’s worth. 😉

  8. I can’t help but feel sorry for the horse!!!

    1. I know! Me, too. That poor creature. There he was, minding his own horsey business, and some snarky Texas Rangers tie a dead body on his back and smack him on the rump!

      All humor aside, though, that horse didn’t deserve his fate. Big Foot Wallace is a Texas hero, but I’ve always held this episode against him on the horse’s behalf. The critter was a victim, after all. 🙁

  9. Um…you made me shudder with this post. UGH. LOL Perfect for Halloween, and as always, so well-researched and insightful, Kathleen. I don’t know why but this called up that image of the head in wine jar in the Zorro movie…Excellent post, as always, my filly sis!

    1. Until you mentioned it, I had forgotten the head in the wine jar. That scene was based on the death of real-life outlaw Joaquin Murrieta. His end was just as grisly as Vidal’s: The California Rangers (why is it always Rangers?) collected a $6,000 bounty by delivering Murrieta’s severed head in a vat of whiskey. **shudder**

  10. I love it! Big Foot Wallace became more famous, I think, than the El Murriete. Oh, yeah, those Rangers. Always there with a great story.
    Good post!

    1. Thanks, Celia! That mean a lot coming from you. You’re one of my idols when it comes to Texas history. Your knowledge knows no bounds. 🙂

  11. Interesting reading about el Muerto, Kathleen — thank you. I didn’t know there was more than one headless horseman. I, too, feel bad for the horse — not fair!

    1. I was distressed to discover that apparently headless horsemen are everywhere. It seems to me one or two would be sufficient, but evidently that is not the case. Each country appears to want at least one of its own. The U.S. has several. May we send one up there to y’all in Canada? 😉

      Hope all is well up there north of the border, Chad! It’s nice to “see” you!

  12. Sounds like a fun read. Ghost stories can be enjoyable if they are light hearted and not gorey and frightening. Adding that extra dimension that does’t have to operate by the same rules can make for an interesting story and a nice change of pace.

  13. That does sound like something Mr. Wallace would do. Great telling of the story behind the legend. (Although I do feel sorry for the horse)

    And of course the book is a great read. Doris

  14. Reminds me of the Texas legend involving a camel – The Red Ghost – that roams the land for eternity with the bones of a soldier tied to its back. Apparently, back in the mid-1800s, soldiers in the Camel Corps thought they’d cure the young soldier of his fear of camels by strapping him to the biggest, meanest camel they had. The camel ran off and the young soldier was not rescued. He rode off into the sunset of myth and legend.

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