Sunday, March 29, 2026

Black Women Voters in 1870 Wyoming Territory by Zina Abbott

 

Last month, I wrote a post about the first women jurors chosen to serve on a jury in 1870 Wyoming Territory. It  all came about when The territory legislature granted women full voting rights on December 10, 1869. You may find that post by CLICKING HERE

The first opportunity for Wyoming Territory women to vote came on September 6. 1870. Although Utah Territory granted women the right to vote shortly after Wyoming Territory, and women there had opportunities to vote in both February and August of 1870, there is no record of Black women there voting.

In South Carolina, many suffragists, both white and Black argued that the recently enacted Fourteenth Amendment granted women voting rights, Black women voted in some regions of South Carolina in October and November of 1870. The Supreme Court later ruled that the Amendment did not guarantee voting rights to women, so women there were not granted that right until August 1920. 

However, in Wyoming Territory, suffrage was granted by the legislature without reliance on the Fourteenth Amendment. Among women voters in the September 9, 1870 election were Black women—quite a step forward for many who were likely enslaved less than a decade earlier. Unfortunately, since Native American tribes were treated like separate nations, women suffrage in Wyoming Territory did not extend to Native women.

Nancy Phillips, probable 1870 voter

Despite the racism that did exist, there were those in Wyoming Territory who worked to protect Black women’s suffrage alongside that granted to the white women. The following quote is from territorial secretary, Edward Lee:

Edward M. Lee

Partisan strife to secure votes among the male adherents of rival candidates culminated in the afternoon, when a brace of colored sisters, hanging gracefully on the arms of a deputy United States marshal of Irish birth, were escorted by him to the polls, and indulged in the right of suffrage. Was not this remarkable coalition a precursor of more harmonious relations between these heretofore bitterly antagonistic elements? The descendants of Ham and St. Patrick hobnobbing in political communion? Verily, ‘the lion and the lamb shall lie down together, and a little child shall lead them.’

Another account of the 1870 election comes from Justice John Kingman, also an ardent supporter of woman suffrage. In testimony before the 1876 Massachusetts Legislature, Kingman noted: 

I remember a case in point, which, at the time, caused me much uneasiness. We had, at first, a large proportion of Southern men and Northern Copperheads. By that I mean men who advocated secession, and came to Wyoming to escape being drafted. Carriages were employed by the candidates to bring ladies to the polls. At the hotel were a number of colored girls employed as servants. After a while a carriage drove up with four of these colored girls in it. They were helped out, and as they went to the polls the crowd quietly parted; they voted and returned to the carriage without a word said. Then I breathed freely; I knew all was safe.

Both accounts make note of partisanship in the shadow of the recent Civil War. Lee and Kingman were Radical Republicans who had served in the Union Army as brigadier generals, as had Governor Campbell. All three men were committed to equal rights, but they knew that there were many people in Wyoming who were not.

At South Pass City, several drunken and armed white men proclaimed they would not allow any Negros to vote. They attacked a fellow voter who made the statement that they should be allowed the same privilege, as granted by law. A U.S marshal broke up the riot and saw to it the Black men were allowed to vote. When it came to the Black women, the U.S. marshals decided on a more pro-active approach to insure their safety.

The names of the Black women who voted are unknown. Like the numbers of white female voters, the number of Black women who voted  are not known. However, it is known through census records that thirty Black or “mulatto” women above the age of twenty-one lived in Wyoming Territory. Most of them arrived in Wyoming Territory as part of a family unit, many of them who owned property. About twenty-five percent lived with their employers and seventeen percent lived independently. The largest Black population lived in Cheyenne. Three lived at nearby Fort D.A. Russell, and resided with their employers.


Women’s right to vote in 1870 started a long tradition of political activism for Wyoming’s Black community. In spite of the passage of the Fourteenth Amendment, which protected Black male suffrage, a great deal of opposition to this right existed.


For the rest of the nation, states and territories granted women suffrage in a piecemeal fashion until finally, fifty years after Wyoming women were granted the right to vote, all women in the United States were granted this right in 1920. Universal suffrage was a tradition in which Wyoming Territory led the rest of the nation.

 

The setting for most of my latest release, The Bride Who Step Dances, takes place in 1874 Laramie City, Wyoming Territory, just four years after Wyoming Territory women voted for the first time. This book is now available as an ebook and at no additional cost with a Kindle Unlimited subscription. To find the book description and purchase options, please CLICK HERE


 

Sources:

https://www.zinnedproject.org/news/tdih/black-women-vote-in-wyoming/

https://www.wyohistory.org/encyclopedia/then-i-breathed-freely-black-women-vote-wyoming-1870


Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Yikes, Friday the Thirteenth.

                                           

 Friday the thirteenth is a cultural phenomenon, rather than a single historical event, blending religious tradition, ancient folklore, modern media, and a movie franchise. 

   Number 13: The number 12 is seen as complete (months, zodiac signs etc.), making 13 disruptive and unlucky, a concept possibly linked to ancient mathematics.

 

   If you have Triskaidekaphobia a fear of Friday 13th, you've almost made it though the year as the 13th of February and March are in the past. But beware, November 13th is yet to come.

The Friday the 13th superstition is a blend of Christian beliefs (Judas as the 13th at the Last Supper, and Jesus' crucifixion on a Friday) and Norse mythology (Loki crashing a 12-god banquet leading to the death of the god Baldur.           

 Also an historical events like the Knights Templar arrests by French King Philip IV on October 13, 1307. 

In modern day Pop Culture, the Friday the 13th horror movie franchise further cemented the date's scary reputation in current times. 

   In France, Friday 13th may have been associated with misfortune as early as the first half of the 1800's. A character in the 1834 play The Subtleties of Scribbles states, "I was born on a Friday, December 13th, 1813 from which come all of my misfortunes".


   In England, an early documented reference occurs in H. S. Edwards' biography of the famous Italian composer, Gioachino Rossini, who died on Friday 13th  November 1868: Edwards writes..."Rossini was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday 13th of November he passed away."


  In America, we have Thomas William Lawson's 1907 novel, wherein a stock broker picks Friday the Thirteenth as the day in which he will set about events that bring Wall Street to its knees. When originally published, the novel was a resounding success. 

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Tuesday, March 24, 2026

The California Gold Rush by Reggi Allder

 

The California Gold Rush. In 1848, carpenter James Marshall was working for John (Johann) Sutter, found gold at Sutter’s Mill, Coloma, California on the American river (about 36 miles northeast of Sacramento now the capital of California). Word got out slowly at first, but by1849 the gold rush was on. Those searching for the yellow metal were called forty-niners. By the way, James Marshall and Sutter did not profit from the find.

According to research, the gold rush had a profound impact on the US territory. It dramatically changed the demographics. Before the discovery of gold, California’s population was approximately 160,000. The majority were Native American but by about 1855, more than 300,000 people had arrived. Most were Americans, though a number of settlers, and people searching for the gold, also came from South America, Europe and China. The Gold Rush was credited with hastening statehood for California in 1850. 

Panning on the Mokelumne River California (1860 illustration)

In the beginning, forty-niners were able to retrieve loose gold flakes and nuggets from the river with their pans in rivers and streams.

The panting is called Californio miner processing ore, c1862. The Oakland Museum, California.

Later, commercial gold mining took over. 

Between 1848 and 1855, an estimated 750 tons of gold were extracted in California — worth over $75 billion in 2025prices. A few days ago, gold was over 5,000.00 dollars an ounce. Want to do the calculation?  As of this writing, it is $4,432.10 per ounce. How much would it be worth now?

Did you know the football team from San Francisco is called The 49ers?


My Sierra Creek Books often take place in the areas were gold and other precious metals and jewels were found. My Country Heart Sierra Creek Book 4 follows the adventures of a jewelry designer and her discoveries in Sierra Creek. 



Excerpt: Her Country Heart Sierra Creek Series Book 1 of 4
After the recent events, they all needed a day off. It was surprising Wyatt had suggested the outing. She still hadn’t asked him what the land agents said because she didn’t want to start a quarrel with him. Secretly, she hoped he’d been disappointed in their response about the worth of the property and that’s why he’d said nothing or because he’d considered her position and wanted to please her. In any case, she was going to try honey rather than vinegar with him. So, when he suggested a picnic, she quickly agreed.

It didn’t take long to get to the river. The gently flowing body of water was lower than she remembered but looked just as welcoming as it had when she was a kid.

“Most people use the main swimming hole downstream.” He parked on a pullout next to the river. “But I thought this would be a quiet place to pan for gold.”

“Perfect.” She grabbed the picnic basket and walked toward the river.

Wyatt carried the towels, a blanket and a cooler. He set out the blanket near a picnic table and a barbeque pit.

Amy stood on the edge of the river. She’d taken off her shorts but still wore her T-shirt. She hesitated. Wyatt’s eyes were scanning her. Unconsciously, she tugged on the back of her suit, all too aware how out of date and out of fashion she appeared. Dressed like a middle-aged woman, she’d bought the suit when she was pregnant with Bobby. She should have a bikini or at least a two-piece suit now. She put a new swimsuit on her list. Unfortunately, with no funds, the list was long and not likely to get shorter.

Wyatt tossed his jeans and shirt on his towel next to the riverbank.

Stunned to see him muscled, tanned and wearing only a dark racing Speedo, her mouth opened.

“Mommy, hurry. I want to swim.”

She yanked off her T-shirt and threw it on her towel and dove into the water. The cold water filled her big suit. It was just what she needed to cool her heated body after seeing Wyatt.

With her arms out she called, “Bobby, jump to me.”

Instead, he waded into the water but squealed with delight.

“Come on, big guy.” Wyatt grabbed him and held him in the water. “Use your arms. Bobby, kick. We’ll be with your mother in no time.”

“I’m swimming. Look.”

“Bobby, that’s great. Come on just a little further.”

Unable to wait, she stepped forward and grabbed her son into her arms. “You were super.”

“Is that good?”

“Yeah, that’s good.” She kissed him and turned to see Wyatt grinning at them.

“Amy, is your leg all right?”

“Yeah. All good.”

He nodded and swam backstroke to the other side of the river and then with a fast freestyle came back to their side of the river. “It’s been too long since I’ve been here. I can watch Bobby if you want to swim to the other side.”

“Thanks.”

Afterward, Wyatt took them farther up the river and, with an old black pan, he showed Bobby how to look for gold.

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Thursday, March 19, 2026

How Cowboys Celebrated Easter

 


Out on the open range, Easter for cowboys was usually a quieter, more practical affair than the church-centered celebrations back East. Spring was a busy season in cattle country--calving was underway, grass was coming in, and long days in the saddle left little time for formal observance.  Still, many cowboys marked the holiday in simple, meaningful ways. If a ranch was near a town, they might ride in for a church service, trading dust-covered hats for a brief moment of reflection. More often, though, Easter was acknowledged right where they were: on the trail, around a chuckwagon, or beside a small campfire under the wide prairie sky. 


 Food played a central role, as it often does on holidays. The ranch cook might make an effort to prepare something a bit more special than the usual fare--fresh biscuits, maybe a pie if ingredients allowed, or even eggs if they could be had. Coffee was strong, conversation a little lighter, and the men might swap stories or speak of home, where families were likely celebrating in more traditional ways. For some, Easter was a reminder of distant loved ones and a life left behind, adding a note of quiet sentiment to an otherwise rugged existence.


 Though their celebration lacked ceremony, many cowboys still carried a personal sense of faith. A few might read from a small Bible kept in their saddlebags, or bow their heads briefly before a meal. In a landscape as vast and unforgiving as the frontier, moments like Easter offered a chance to pause, reflect, and find a bit of peace. Even without churches or choirs the spirit of the day endured--simple, resilient, and shaped by the rhythms of life on the range. 

Happy Easter,

 

Sandra 

 

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Tuesday, March 17, 2026

More than a Ranch


There are places that exist on a map and then there are places that exist in the bones of a community. The ones that call you home.

Knight Ranch is one such place.

Set just outside a small town which is yet to be named that still believes in hard work and keeping your word, the ranch has been part of the landscape for generations. Not just in the fields of cattle and rows of crops, or the horses that move like they were born from the land itself but in the people. The kind of people who show up when it matters.

Because that’s what the Knights do.

If you ask around town, you won’t get one single story about the ranch, you’ll get a hundred, each a little differently depending on who’s doing the telling.

They’ll tell you about the matriarch first.

She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t ask what you need. She just shows up, already knowing. A hot meal on your table. A plan in motion before you’ve even had time to fall apart.

Then there’s Weston.

He didn’t ask for the weight of the ranch, but he carries it anyway. You’ll hear folks say he’s all sharp edges and short patience, that he keeps a tighter grip on the books than most men do on their pride. But you’ll also hear this—if Weston Knight shakes your hand, he means it. And he expects you to mean it too. In a town where promises used to be enough, Weston is the reminder that words only matter when they’re followed by action. Just like his father before him.

And the ranch itself?

It’s more than land.

It’s where the town turns when things get hard. It’s where teenagers get their first jobs, where neighbors trade stories, where the seasons don’t just pass, they’re earned.

Over the years, Knight Ranch has grown beyond cattle and horses. Fields of hay stretch  under wide skies. The crops rotate with the seasons. And when fall rolls in, the ranch transforms..

That’s when the community comes alive.

The pumpkin patch fills with families. The corn maze winds with laughter and a few wrong turns. The farm stand hums with fresh produce and homemade goods. And at the center of it all, marking the true start of the season, is the Fall Festival kickoff bonfire.

It’s not just an event, it’s a tradition.

As the sun dips low, people gather. Hay bales form uneven circles. Kids run with cider-sticky hands. Someone always brings a guitar, whether they can play it well or not. And when the fire finally catches, lighting up the night, it feels like the entire town is breathing together.

Stories are shared. News is passed. And sometimes, things shift in ways no one quite expected.

Because that’s the thing about Knight Ranch.

It holds history in its soil and change in its future.

It’s seen good years and hard ones. Seasons that gave more than expected, and others that took a little too much. Through it all, the ranch has remained—steady, stubborn, and deeply rooted in the lives of the people around it.

Around here, Knight Ranch isn’t just a place you pass through.

It’s where people show up when life gets complicated and where they find out exactly what they’re made of.


Monday, March 16, 2026

Authors on a cruise ship!

  

   I love vacations and books. What could be better than a bookish vacation? An author cruise!

    Cruising is one of my favorite ways to vacation. Several years ago I was looking for author retreats and came upon one on a cruise ship. Then Covid happened and travel came to a stop.

    Last years I was searching again and found the Love Lit Cruise. I was so excited but couldn't go. This year I booked it before I even knew if I could get the time off of work.

    This is the second year of Love Lit Cruise and it was amazing!! Erin Burgess of Betty Brown Travel had a dream of combining authors, readers, and vacation and in 2025 her plan came together. A little over 50 people attended and in 2026 it was 198 people. 


   Love Lit was held on Virgin Voyages Scarlet Lady. I have sailed on Carnival and Royal Caribbean, but Virgin Voyages is far different. It is an adults-only cruise line and so full of great entertainment and food.
  We had group event and dinners with the authors and on a five day cruise, you really get to know the authors and fellow readers.
  


  There were author panels and games that were great. Bookish Feud was so much fun. It was like Family Feud but all categories involved books.



  Some attending authors were Amy Daws, Sara Cate, Brittianry Cherry, Willow Winters, M Robinson, Juliette Cross, Naimi Simone, Trilina Pucci, Sarah Bale, Nikki Sloane, Victoria K. Taylor, and several more. 



Talking with other authors and readers was great. We talked about our books and I confessed I was struggling with writers block and Krysta Dearson (an attending reader but who is also an author) held an impromptu Boot Camp to help me. Victoria K. Taylor (attending author) and Sally Schedlock (my cousin, writes non-fiction) all met and talked writing and strategy.

An afternoon was spent on a book signing and thankfully I had room in my suitcase for lots of books! When the cruise came to an end, I had many new friends and authors to follow. I hope to be able to go again next year.

Victoria K. Taylor


Willow Winters

  Happy to say that Boot Camp did indeed help with my writers block. I stayed on the ship for another sailing after Love Lit was over and went to the Loose Cannon Pub to write with an octopus we named Jethro. So every day for the next four days I made time to go there and write. Since I've been home, I've managed to get a new book almost finished!  I think I need to get an octopus statue for home.

Friday, March 13, 2026

Long John Dunn: King of Taos ~ D. K. Deters

The Old West was full of hardened outlaws with tough stories. Many tried to leave their pasts behind, but few succeeded. Long John Dunn, nicknamed for his towering six-foot-four frame, became a legend.


Born in 1857 in Victoria, Texas, Dunn grew up in poverty. After his father’s death, he hired out on a couple of farms, then headed west to work as a cowboy and trail driver, earning a reputation as a skilled marksman.

Around 1885, he stepped into a violent quarrel to defend his sister from her abusive husband. During the scuffle, Dunn’s brother-in-law struck him. Dunn swung back. The man fell, hit his head on a hitching rail, and died. Dunn was handed a life sentence in the Texas State Penitentiary.

Transferred to a prison farm, he received a smuggled file, sawed through his leg irons, and escaped by jumping into a nearby river and floating to freedom. On the run, he eventually reached Mexico.

After a stint as a smuggler and a gambler, Dunn returned to Texas. He entered a rodeo, but one of the horses he’d sold to pay his entry fee turned out to be stolen property, which led to his second arrest. As a judge was about to sentence him, Dunn stepped forward, leapt through a window, and rode off on another stolen horse. A friend helped him to enter the New Mexico Territory.

By 1887, he’d made his way to Taos Valley, where he became an entrepreneur, gambler, and transportation pioneer. In Taos, he opened four saloons, a gambling hall, and a livery stable. He bought the bridges spanning the Rio Grande, and after floods destroyed them, he built a new toll bridge. Dunn operated stagecoach and mail routes and later purchased one of Taos’s first automobiles, launching a taxi service as the town modernized.


Though a professional gambler, Dunn became a respected community member. People liked him despite his flaws. Folks described him as a “lovable rascal” with a sharp tongue and broad humor. He became a local legend known as Juan Largo de Taos and as the King of Taos.

Texas never forgot his prison escape, but in 1942, the Texas governor granted him a pardon.

Long John Dunn died on May 21, 1953, at the age of ninety-six. The outlaw who once leapt through a courtroom window and rode out of town on a stolen horse was laid to rest as one of Taos’s most colorful and respected citizens.


Resources:

Long John Dunn of Taos: From Texas Outlaw to New Mexico Hero by Max Evans

John Dunn: The Man and His Legacy by Cindy Brown

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/72943405/john_harris-dunn

https://discovertaos.com/john-dunn/

https://johndunnshops.com/