1897, when a Texas peace officer needed to go somewhere to do his job, he walked,
rode a horse, went in a wagon or took a train.|
The image that has endured,
of course, is of a rough, tough lawman galloping after miscreants and felons on
the back of a strong, fast horse. But a horse had to be fed and cared for. It
had to be saddled and couldn't go much farther than 30 miles a day. And snorts
and hoofbeats made it a challenge to sneak up on someone.
deputy sheriff Josh Messenger turned to a state-of-the art form of transportation
in the performance of his duties - he began using a two-wheeled bicycle. The incident
that really sold Messenger on the value of a bike started with the receipt one
night of a telegram from Southmayd, a railroad stop 12 miles from Sherman, the
county seat. The message reported a shooting incident, but provided no useful
Getting to the scene would have taken at least half a day by
horse, longer by wagon. A train would have been faster, but in this instance,
the scheduling wasn't right. So Messenger hopped on his bike and pedaled in the
moonlight to Southmayd via what he called "the wagon road."
Once on the
scene, he gathered what information he could, including a general description
of the at-large shooter. On his return, he stopped at a water hole at about the
half-way point, thinking of taking a little time from his official duties to see
if any ducks or geese were on the water.
That's when he noticed a light
inside an old shack near the pond. Slipping up to the structure, he looked through
a crack in the boards and saw a tough-looking character cooking a meal.
The concept of probable cause not being such a fine point of the law in 1897,
the deputy drew his six-shooter and went in to talk to the stranger. The man did
not own up to the Southmayd shooting, but Messenger considered him the likely
suspect. For the time being, that did not make any difference, because the man
had a gun. That was a violation of the law suitable for a trip to jail.
Messenger disarmed the man and told him he was taking him in. "After some little
argument," Messenger later related, "I persuaded him to get up behind me on the
step of the bicycle."
After they had ridden in silence for a while, the
prisoner began to talk
"You seem to be a sort of an expert with a bicycle,"
the man said, "but how do you know I may not be just as good as you myself? My
thigh [is] pressing against your six-shooter, but what is there to prevent me
from taking it away from you, and then riding off on your wheel?" Messenger laughed
and said he didn't reckon the man would try a stunt like that.
the deputy felt the man make "some peculiar kind of motion."
He did not
know if his prisoner was kidding around or meant business, but he did not take
time to find out. He wasn't even sure if the man behind him knew.
first thing he really did know," Messenger continued, "he was crawling out from
under a barbed wire fence, and was looking up the barrel of a big...six-shooter...and
me at the other end."
The rest of the trip to the jail was uneventful.
© Mike Cox