The town of Dead Mule itself well befits its name. On the edge of the
Rio Grande valley in the territory of New Mexico, it is as barren as
the land around it. Once it had hopes of being a thriving mining
community, but those hopes played out along with the mines. Now
only its usefulness as a stage coach way station, outlaw hideout and prospecting jump-off point keep the town alive. Drifters of all types pass through along with those who have legitimate business-cavalrymen,
ex-Confederate soldiers, bounty hunters, outlaws, prospectors. Indian
scouts, Chinese, Texans bound for Santa Fe. and others.
Through it all, the Indian raids, the gun battles, the knife fights, and
lynchings, Dead Mule slowly decays.
