2003-9-27 0lga Butterfly
Biography Report
Mr. Findlay's 6th hour Paranormal History
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Tomas Stone (b. 1830)
Part I
Tomas Stone was born in what is now Northern New Mexico, though at the time was part of Mexico itself. His father, Jehiphus Stone, was an American gold miner, lured by the first discovery of gold in the Oritz Mountains. Little is known of his mother except that she was of Mexican descent, and her name was Lucia.
Tomas came of age in the Mexican-American War, though his affiliations during the war are unclear. Neither his father nor his mother appear to have held strong political beliefs, and at the time of the war were merely attempting to maintain a life in the desert. Their differing ethnic backgrounds likely made them enemies to both parties. By the end of the war, Jehiphus and Lucia apparently left for Colorado, while Tomas stayed behind to seek his fortune.
The existing historical record of Tomas Stone concerns his intermittent tenure as the sheriff of Warlock, New Mexico, from 1855 to 1865. While Warlock was near a number of trade and transportation routes (including the Santa Fe and Mexican trails), it was also distant enough from centralized military power to remain mostly lawless throughout its heyday. Only the on again, off again presence of Tomas Stone as Sheriff brought the community enough stability to exist as a community for as long as it did.
From the diary of Mary Eberson, wife of Luther Eberson, owner of Warlock Central Supply:
July 21, 1857
"The remnants of Jim Bat's gang rode in tonight, no doubt looking to take revenge on Sheriff Stone for the quick work he'd made of their {unreadable} two weeks before. There was no moon, of course, and from outside our window about all you could make out were their tiny little red eyes, drifting down the street like firebugs. They hissed and spat and called out Sheriff's name till he stepped out of his offices to face them. Sheriff had his silver mirror and old dusty book with him (that had served him so well in the past with Bat's gang) but there were just too many of them this time. Bullets flew from all directions - Bat's men must have been on the roofs and down every alleyway as well. Within a few minutes they were done and gone and there was nothing left on the street but dust and cordite in the air and Sheriff stone dead in a puddle of blood with probably 50 bullets inside him."