Arizona, The Youngest State, 1913, vol. 1 pg 267

The Killing of Sheriff Glenn Reynolds

In the fall of 1889, nine white Mountain Apache renegades 
appeared before the U.S. District Court in Globe for various 
offenses.  Of them was convicted of the murder at San Carlos 
of Lt. Mott and was later executed by hanging in Globe.  
The other eight, on November 1, together with one Mexican 
prisoner  were started by special stage over the Pinal 
Mountains on their way to the penitentiary at Yuma to 
which they had been committed for terms of various length.  
The posse, which proved too small indeed, comprised of 
Sheriff Glenn Reynolds, a special deputy, William H. 
Holmes, an old time prospector, generally known throughout 
central Arizona as "Hunky-dory."  The stage driver was 
Eugene Middleton, proprietor of the stage line and a 
member of a Tonto Basin family.

The second day of the journey, in the Gila Valley, near 
the presents town of Kelvin, the sheriff took six of the 
shackled prisoners from the stage to the bottom of a steep 
sand wash.  As the little party trudged up the hill, two 
of the Indians suddenly grasped the sheriff, who was in 
front, while two others wheeled upon Holmes.  The latter, 
who though brave, was subject to heart trouble, fell 
backward as his pistol was wrenched from him by the 
Indian Pash-lau-ta who first attended to the Sheriff.  
Reynolds, struggling desperately was shot in the base 
of the neck and then the Indian turned and shot Holmes 
through the heart.  Middleton, from whom this story 
has been secured at first hand, stopped the stage and 
pistol in hand, was guarding two prisoners that had 
been left with him.  One of these was the Apache Kid, 
who, in good English, shoulted,"I will sit down, don't 
shoot."  The scene of the tragedy was not visible from 
the stage and the pistol shots were supposed by 
Middleton to have been fired by the Sheriff.  A moment 
later he was better informed for the Mexican prisoner 
ran up, seeking his own safety, just as the unseen 
Pash-lau-ta from behind the coach, fired at the driver 
with the sheriff's rifle.  The four horses bolted and 
Middleton fell to the sand with a bullet through the 
cheek and the left side of the body.  The Indians 
rolled him over, searching him for valuables and 
cartridges and full conscious, he felt the muzzle 
of a rifle against his temple.  Then as Pash-lau-ta 
was about to make sure of his job, the "Kid" saved 
his life by observing "Save the cartridges, he is 
dead anyhow."  The Mexican prisoner escaped from 
the Indians and made his way to Florence where later 
he received a pardon from the governor.

Leaving Middleton still "playing possum" the Indians 
unshackled themselves, took up their commitment papers 
from the Sheriff's pocket, tore them up gave a whoop of 
joy and left the scene.  When all was still, Middleton 
horribly wounded as he was, staggered to his feet to 
seek help.  He found that Holmes' body had not been 
molested, but the sheriff's face had been horribly 
jabbed and cut by the muzzle of the gun and the forehead 
had been smashed in with a stone.  It was not until the 
following morning that Middleton managed to drag himself 
back to the Riverside station about five miles distant.  
A posse from Globe started on the trail of the fugitives 
but soon had to return on account of a snowstorm.  It is 
told that the wife of a rancher named Cunningham hearing 
of the escape of the Indians died of fright.  At San 
Carlos six of the outlaws were killed by Indians scouts 
and the head of Pash-lau-ta was cut off and carried to 
agency headquarters in order to give full assurance of 
his death.  The seventh Indian, badly wounded was 
captured and at Florence was tried and sentenced to 
life imprisonment at Yuma.