Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Gold Mines & Mail-order Brides

Throughout the history of the USA, it seems that booms and brides have gone hand in hand. As my husband and I have toured the amazing state of Alaska this past month, this has become evident in many ways.
One of the last places we stopped was Kennecott Copper Mill in the St. Elias/Wrangell Mountain National Park to tour this historic site. At one time this mill was home to over five-hundred miners. The mill boasted a hospital, mess hall, recreation center, and housing for married management level staff. There were generally no more than twenty women on the mill premises at any one time. Needless to say, miners were not housed in the same area as the women. Actually, most of the miners lived up in the mountains in the mines themselves. However, less than five miles down the road was the town of McCarthy, where things were a little different. Along with a hotel, general store, and hospital of its own a small red-light district did exist.

Touring the Kennecott area was interesting in many ways. One thing that struck you right away about the town and mill was that all but two buildings in the entire town were painted red. Apparently red, lead-based paint was the cheapest paint to be had so all of the buildings save for the owner/managers home on Silk-stocking row -named because women there could afford such niceties- was painted white. This all red paint scheme did get modified just a tad at one point after a few drunken men stumbled into the nurse's quarters one night on a trip back from McCarthy. The nurse's housing was promptly painted white, and this unfortunate 'mistake' never occurred again.

Another sideline for McCarthy was that the primary source of income for most people in town was the making and manufacturing of alcohol. This became a bit of a boom in the 1920s with prohibition laws taking effect. Needless to say, enforcing these 'dry' laws on the massive territory of Alaska was no easy task. To counter the effect of frequent or infrequent visits from the U.S. Marshalls trying to stop the illegal liquor, the train would blow a special whistle to let the town residence know the law was on board. Marshalls were generally disappointed to find that the town was clean and dry upon arrival.

Although I don't go into details about the darker sides of frontier life in my writing there has always been the seeder aspect of life on the western frontier, but there were also those willing to offer a helping hand and a forgiving heart to those who wanted a second chance.

In my short novella The Redemption of Rachel, we see how an open heart, and a willingness to accept the broken can lead to a new start in life and a love that passes all understanding.

 Davrum Deeks, the longtime blacksmith of the Broken J Ranch knows there’s a darker side to every town but has seldom been confronted with it. Living far from any real civilization for so long he’s almost forgotten the pain humans can inflict on their own kind. At least until he comes face to face with a fallen woman in a dark alley.
No longer wanted by society's lowest establishments Dusty Ray is left for dead in a cold dark back street in Casper Wyoming and knows she has come to the end of the line. It will only be a matter of time before it’s all over, and she welcomes the relief of death, as she huddles for warmth among the refuse and detritus of a growing town. When two strong hands suddenly grasp and lift her from her mire, she tries to resist but is too weak to fight back as the old man carries her off for his own.
Seeking only to save a forgotten soul, can Deeks uncover the girl who was once called Rachel or will she always retreat behind the granite wall that blocks her off from the rest of the world?


And what about mail-order brides? Many men who had finally grubbed out enough money from mining to at least set up a home would find the wilds of the west a lonely place. With the decimation of the male population in the East after the Civil War and the heavy migration west of men to mine fields, there were a good number of women seeking husbands who could provide for them. In The Bride Herder Series, a failed rancher must find a way to match ten brides to men in his town. My addition to this fun and slightly comedic series will be out in July, so keep your eyes peeled and see how an old West Match Maker could get the job done.
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Monday, June 17, 2019

Sneaky Citizens Change the Fate of Towns by Paty Jager

I'm not sure what it says about me, but I tend to find towns and communities in the history of Oregon that became important due to disgruntled citizens who took measures to get what they wanted.

The first time I featured a unique change of venue for a post office was in my book Marshal in Petticoats. While researching the gold area of NE Oregon, I discovered a town that lost its identity overnight.

Susanville, Oregon
The community of Susanville, Oregon sat  20 miles from Austin, Oregon in the Blue Mountains, on the middle fork of the John Day river and Elk Creek. It was established in 1865 when gold was found. It was named for one of the earliest inhabitants, Susan Ward.

One evening the miners living at a mining camp 2 miles up Elk Creek from Susanville, decided they were tired of wasting time walking to Susanville to get their mail. Under the dark of night, they entered town and stole the mailboxes, cancelling stamp, ink pad, and the building. The people of Susanville woke up the next morning to an empty space where the post office had been.

Now that the camp up the creek was named Susanville, the original Susanville changed their name to Galena.

Something similar happened in SE Oregon. I learned about this while researching for my books Davis and Brody of the Letters of Fate series. While doing my research I discovered the largest town on the freight road from Canyon City a gold mining town to Ft. McDermitt, Nevada was Harney City or Ft. Harney.

Harney county was originally part of Grant County to the North. But it was a several days ride for anyone in the southern part of the county to get to the count seat in Canyon City. When Harney County was made, Harney City was given the temporary county seat.

Burns, Oregon
Burns and 3 other towns were vying for the county seat. In trying to sway voters to pick Burns, the Burns Time Herald printed this in their paper May 17th 1890:  "public buildings erected in Burns are not liable to destruction from cloud-bursts” and that “[the town] is free from the annual mosquito and gnat visitation that afflicts other parts of the county.” Other reasons given were: “Burns has the only brewery in the county” and “the Burns Brass Band, of 18 pieces, is the only band in the county.”

They voting occured and the results were: 512 votes for Burns, 415 votes for Harney City, with the rest of the contenders sharing the remaining 89 votes.

But before these counts were officially made the paper said Burns had won. However, the Harney City citizens  filed a petition saying men from Burns had made threats, bribed, and paid children and drunks to vote for Burns. One of the statements on the petition read: “[Burns] is an unhealthy and sickly place and the inhabitants thereof not law-abiding but notorious and dangerous. Many of the buildings therein of old wood and about to fall in….There is great danger of flood at all times.”

Burns citizens also claimed that Harney City also padded the ballot box.

This feud and petition went on for three years after which time the courts gave the county seat to Burns where it has been ever since. During the feud there were some citizens of Burns who stealthily entered the courthouse in Harney City and stole county records hoping to move the county seat by way of the town who held the records was the county seat. However, they were caught and the records replaced until the state determined the change.

Right now my Letters of Fate Trilogy box set is on sale for $0.99! Get it while it's on sale!

Letters of Fate Trilogy
Three historical western novels filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.
Davis
Davis Weston receives a letter from his sister asking him to marry a friend. Widowed with two small children and a ranch to run, Mariella Swanson knows she needs help, but isn’t sure her heart, or neighbors, will accept her marrying a stranger. Can the two compromise or will fate once again leave them alone?

Brody
After receiving a letter, Brody Yates finds himself escorted across the country to work on a ranch rather than entering prison. However, a revenge driven criminal, the Oregon high desert, and his grandfather’s beautiful ward may prove more dangerous than anything he’d faced on the New York docks.

Isaac
The last thing Isaac Corum needs or wants is a snooty woman. Dang it all, the woman doesn’t do a single blasted thing she’s told, and Isaac can’t just sit back and let her go traipsing off into the mountains alone…


Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 40 novels, 8 novellas, and numerous anthologies of murder mystery and western romance. All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Paty and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. Riding horses and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

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photos- Harney County Library

Friday, June 14, 2019

Wild Women who Created Everyday Items like the Dishwasher


By Jacqui Nelson

Sometimes we see or experience life-altering events that send us on wild adventures. Meet two Wild Women inventors who created life-altering items that now seem every day. Their creations altered not only their lives but ours forever.

Josephine Garis Cochrane 

( born 1839 in Ashtabula County, Ohio )

In 1870 when Josephine’s husband found success as a dry goods merchant and politician, he moved her and their two children into a mansion. Her new socialite life included hosting dinner parties using heirloom porcelain. After the overworked servants chipped the dishes, she had the idea for a mechanical dishwasher.

The only public domain picture of Josephine that I could find was this stamp from Romania that shows her photo and a drawing of her dishwasher.

Josephine Cochrane - stamp from Romania with her photo

In 1883, Josephine’s husband passed away and left her with substantial debt and in need of an income. With the help of a mechanic named George Butters, she worked on her dishwasher in the shed behind her house.

In 1886, she received a patent (for a design that held dishes securely in a rack and used water pressure instead of scrubbers) and began pursuing clients.

In 1893 at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, she won the highest prize for "best mechanical construction, durability and adaptation to its line of work” and now had restaurants and hotels coming to her instead of her going to them.

Margaret "Mattie" Knight 

( born 1838 in York, Maine )

At the age of 12, Mattie and her siblings had to leave school and work at a cotton mill. She witnessed an accident at the mill where a worker was stabbed by a steel-tipped shuttle that shot out of a mechanical loom. Within weeks she invented a safety device that was later adopted by other mills. Her device was never patented and health problems brought on by working in the mill soon ended her employment there.

I couldn't find a picture of Mattie, but I found these pictures of children and women working in cotton mills in the 1830s.

Children working in Cotton Mill in the 1830s

Women working in Cotton Mill in the 1830s

Brown flat-bottom paper bagIn her teens and early 20s, Mattie went on to work in home repair, photography, and engraving. In 1867 she moved to Springfield, Massachusetts and was hired by the Columbia Paper Bag Company.

In 1868, at the age of thirty, she invented a machine that folded and glued paper to form today's familiar flat-bottomed brown paper bags. She built a wooden model of the device, but while working on an iron model (that was needed to apply for a patent), Charles Annan (who was in the machine shop where her model was being built) stole her design and patented her device. Mattie filed a patent interference lawsuit and was awarded the patent in 1871. She established the Eastern Paper Bag Company with a reliable business partner and received royalties.

Mattie was the first woman awarded a U.S. patent. By the end of her career, she held 87 U.S. patents. Some of her other inventions were: lid removing pliers, a numbering machine, a window frame and sash, and several rotary engines devices.

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What's your favorite everyday item? 

I currently don't have a dishwasher (the plumbing in my condo is older and dishwashers aren't allowed). I've actually only lived in one place that had a dishwasher, so I'm used to handwashing my dishes. I'd love the convenience of having a dishwasher, but I think if I had to choose just one everyday item, my pick might be a clothing washing machine :)

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Best Damn Banana Pudding Recipe by Rhonda Frankhouser

Happy June, everyone! I'm buried in 2nd round edits on Book 3 of my Ruby's Ranch Series, Legacy of Ruby's Ranch, sooooooo, I thought I'd leave you all with a quick and delicious family recipe for a fabulous summer treat. Banana Pudding!!! It's not fancy but it's a family favorite. 


I know it's naughty and we're all perpetually on a diet, but when I want to calm down, reminisce and bring a smile to my man's face, I make this. It works every time. There's always tomorrow for healthy eating.

INGREDIENTS:

  • 4 ripe but not rotting bananas
  • 2 large packages of instant (yes, instant) Jello vanilla pudding
  • Half and half (use in place of regular milk required on the box recipe)
  • Whipped cream (lots)
  • 1 box of Nilla wafers
  1. Layer the bottom of a clear cake pan with wafers (Sometimes I make individual servings in Mason jars or use a beautiful trifle dish to look prettier).
  2. Wedge slivers of two bananas to cover the wafers.
  3. Mix one packet of pudding with Half n Half and cover wafers and bananas (Trust me on this-delish).
  4. Layer with whipped cream.
  5. Repeat the first 4 steps with another layer of each ingredient so you have one huge, gooey, delicious banana lasagna.
  6. Crumble the top with crushed Nilla wafers and refrigerate until set. A couple hours.
Enjoy!!!

Wanna send my amazing father-in-law in Cali some Happy Father's Day love and blow a Happy Father's Day kiss to my sweet dad, who's playing guitars and riding broncs in heaven. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I push through these edits. Have I mentioned, it's not my favorite part of being a writer??? 

But isn't my new cover beeee-U-T-full???


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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

WHO WAS ANNA D. CHAMBERLAIN?

Post by Doris McCraw
writing as Angela Raines

Photo property of the author

Anna D Chamberlain

When I find an interesting subject I have to dig in and find out all I can. I love history, especially the history of the region I live in. When I find women in the history of the Pikes Peak Region I really get excited.

In researching I found an early woman dentist in Colorado Springs. Yes, a woman dentist practicing prior to 1900. While studying the city directories, there she was, I even looked twice to make sure I wasn't seeing a typo.

Her name is Anna D. Chamberlain. I initially found her in the 1896 Colorado Springs city directory listed with her husband Frank C. Chamberlain, also a dentist. Their office was #12 in the bank building with a residence at 1451 N. Nevada Ave.

Anna was born in 1866 to John Shaw and Helen B Shaw in Harlan, Page County, Iowa. Her father came from Ireland and her mother was born in Ohio. Anna married Frank in 1887 and they had three children by 1900. In 1914 she died at the age of forty-eight.

Photo property of the author
According to her obituary she and her husband were associated with dentistry starting around 1888. Some sources indicate they practiced in Colorado Springs, Colorado City and Manitou Springs. One story says she loved her husband so much, wanted to be with him, so she studied to be a dentist too. ( It's a story I can't verify, but if you like romance, it is a good story) 

Anna was not only one of the first women to study dentistry, she was in the first graduating dentistry class from the University in Denver. Her husband, in addition to being a dentist, was also an M.D.  He received his Colorado license in 1892. However, no record of his pursuing medicine in Colorado Springs, other than that of dentist. When you realize how many physicians there were practicing in Colorado Springs, he was wiser to focus on dentistry.

His brother Fred, who was a dentist in Cripple Creek in the 1890's,  also ended up in Colorado Springs. On a side note, Fred also married a woman named Anna, but it was Anna B., very similar to D. As some of you know, census records are not always easy to read, so following the threads can be challenging.  Some of those census takers didn't know how to write, at least in my opinion.

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In addition to a dental practice and raising three children, she was also active in the church, the WTCU (Women's Christian Temperance Union), and in the late 1890's was the president of the local Colorado Springs WCTU organization. 
Anna and her husband along with Wm. H. Dewey and Oscar J. Fullerton, created the Fullerton Consumption Cure Company with an initial investment of $30,000, near the beginning of the 1900s. So far records have not been found as to what became of their venture.

After Anna's death in 1914,  her husband moved to California and remarried. After his death in 1928 his second wife returned his body to Colorado Springs where he is buried near Anna in Evergreen Cemetery.


In my novel, "Josie's Dream", I have a women who dreamed of becoming a doctor. After graduating medical school, she finds herself on the plains of Colorado establishing herself and following her dream.

Josie's Dream (Grandma's Wedding Quilts Book 9) by [Raines, Angela, Quilts, Grandma's Wedding, Americana, Sweet]
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Doris Gardner-McCraw -

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Colorado and Women's History
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Monday, June 10, 2019

Writers Are -- Different

by Laura Drake


     Most women I know worry that they’ll be in a car accident, wearing ‘old lady panties’.
While researching private mental health clinics online this morning, I reminded myself to clear my browsing history before I die. People could get the wrong impression.
     We writers are different than other people.
     I’m currently ‘living’ in my work-in-progress. When my husband told me of a long conversation we had earlier in the week that I have zero recollection of,  the look he gave me made me realize how odd we must seem to the ones we love.
      I canvassed my author friends. Turns out, I’m not alone.

When I was writing one of my first novel after my day job, my husband walked into the computer room. He asked if I was going to make dinner. I answered, "When it's dinner time."
"It's eight o'clock. Guess I'll have cornflakes again." He turned and walked out.
                                    Fae Rowen  FaeRowen.com

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I got a call from homeland security a few months ago. I was researching "can you get sick from eating human flesh", then searched pressure cookers, then bought a body bag for my book trailer video shoot.

They were like, ‘we just wanted to make sure someone wasn't using your IP address.’


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The other day I was fixing my son's lunch before school. I’d gotten up early to get a writing session in before the craziness started. My husband and son and were at the table having breakfast. Apparently I stopped in mid sandwich prep and waved the knife around then said, “So that’s what happens next!”
I hear a quiet, “Um, mommy, what happens next?”
My husband counseled, “Don’t disturb her, she’s talking to someone else.”
                                                Orly Konig-Lopez  OrlyKonigLopez.com

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I learned as a young child that most people don't have people who live in their head chatting away, so after seven years old or so, I stopped talking about it. And I stopped talking to them out loud. I was thrilled (THRILLED I tell you) when I went to my first RWA conference and the luncheon speaker talked about the people in her head. I think I cried when I realized I wasn't alone.

Early this spring my husband read a book of mine and wanted to know who these people were. How did I know them so well? Were they based on anyone we knew, because he couldn't find people like them among our friends and family. For the first time in our nearly twenty years together, I mentioned I have a bunch of characters up there. He freaked out, a little. Just last week, he asked if there were really people up there. I said yes, and we moved on to something else.

I'm not totally crazy, I promise. Wait, that's what people say to stay out of the funny farm....
Sylvie FoxSylvieFox.com

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My family especially loves when we're on vacation or at a restaurant and I'm trying to get information out of my husband who is a judge. I'll say 'how much time could I get for murdering…." or "If I killed so-and-so would this be admissible evidence?" I don't' even notice the odd looks we get anymore.
Rebecca Forster  RebeccaForster.com

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Back in high school when we all went to 'hang out' at the mall. I was always wondering what other people were thinking. We'd be sitting and eating and I'd be, "I wonder what those two are saying to each other." My friends started calling me Wonderlee instead of Marilee.


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Actual text between Brynley Bush and her daughter Lyn:

“Is it wrong that I’m currently Googling ‘How to Fake Your Own Death’?
“If someone ever looks at your search history, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”
“I’ll have to show you later. I’ve moved into a fake murder series.”
“Because that’s normal.”
Brynley Bush  BrynleyBush.com

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Laura Drake's latest release, The Last True Cowboy, was chosen by Amazon's Editorial Board as a Best Book of the Month in December. Her next in the series, Home at Chestnut Creek, is out July 2, but is available for pre-order now.

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Friday, June 7, 2019

Boot Hill, Boot Hill, Boot Hill

by Patti Sherry-Crews
Boot Hill, Tombstone, AZ

Did you think Boot Hill was located in a specific place. A spot on a map you could stick a pin in. It’s in one of those fabled Old West towns, right? Tombstone. Or were you thinking of Dodge City? Deadwood? Wait, where is Boot Hill?


Well, you better get a box of pins, because there isn’t one graveyard with a weathered, old sign creaking in the wind. In reality Boot Hills, plural, are a type of place in many towns. Wikipedia lists 40 cemeteries who've earned the moniker Boot Hill scattered across the American west from Tombstone, Arizona to Skagway, Alaska. The reputation being its residents  "they died with their boots on" or in other words, probably didn't die in their sleep in a warm cozy bed with some angel of mercy wiping their fevered brow. If they died with their boots on, they probably didn’t expect dying was on the agenda that day. Fell where they stood.

To put Boot Hills in the context of time and place, understand how towns sprang up almost overnight starting in the late 19th century America. Towns built around the mining or cattle industry swelled with those heading west seeking a quick fortune. Men made up a majority of the tide of people pouring in. Lacking the taming influence of wives and families, though having plenty of saloons and weapons, the scene was ripe for trouble. Things being what they were, people started dropping before you could finish the sentence “do you want to say that to my face?”. Where to put the growing number of bodies?

Dodge City, Kansas, situated on the Santa Fe Trail, claims the first Boot Hill. One day a black man called Tex was minding his own business, watching an exchange of gunfire in front of the saloon, like you do, when for no reason someone shot him dead. The shooter said he did it "just to see him kick". Case in point: tough places, these boom towns. The body lay in the street for a time while folks figured out what to do with this man who left behind nobody to mourn him or pay for his burial.

A nearby hill seemed like a good spot to bury Tex. Other such deaths followed and Boot Hill became a pauper's cemetery. Some bodies, buried without the benefit of even a pine box, suffered further indignity when coyotes dug them up.

But then someone noticed there was a nice view from that hill. Too nice a view to be wasted on dead paupers. The hill suddenly had potential. All the bodies were relocated. But people proved skittish about building on a former graveyard and the land didn't sell according to plan. Instead they put a grade school there (of course, they did. Kids were finding human bones in the playground for years). Today, though the original cemetery no longer exists, the Boot Hill Cemetery Museum in Dodge City is a tourist attraction.

Boot Hill and Hangman's Tree, Dodge City, Kansas

One of the best known Boot Hill cemeteries you can visit today is in Tombstone, Arizona. The rise and fall and rise again of this cemetery in a mining town typifies the cycle of a boom-town and its accompanying Boot Hill in the west.

It was in 1879 when the people of Tombstone starting using a dry, dusty, cactus-filled patch on the edge of town for burials. There was even a Chinese and a Jewish section. Among its most famous residents are the Cowboys who were on the losing end of the conflict known as shootout at the OK Corral. The Cowboys, Bill Clanton and the McLaury brothers, are buried here. The victors, Doc Holliday and the Earp brothers lived to fight another day, moved on, and eventually died to be buried elsewhere.

The last burial in this cemetery took place in 1884. Of those 300 burials, about 40% are of those who died before their expiration date. So noteworthy was a peaceful death that one grave marker reads, "M.E. Kellogg 1882, Died a Natural Death."

Number and causes of “premature” deaths in Tombstone Boothill:

2 Died in childbirth  
5 Suicide                  
7 Apaches                
10 Hanged                
21 Accident (mainly mining related or drownings)
21 Disease                
52 Gunshot, knife, or blunt instrument  

Of course, the cemetery wasn't called Boothill back in the day. It was simply the Tombstone Cemetery. Then in 1884 a new cemetery was built, and that other place with graves was called...the old cemetery. The old cemetery wasn't called Boothill until the 1920's when Dime store westerns became popular.

After the new City Cemetery was built many townspeople with money had their loved ones moved to where they weren’t spending eternal slumber alongside gunslingers and prostitutes. The old cemetery was neglected. The wooden slab markers were taken as souvenirs or used for firewood by vagrants, cattle roamed through, and in general the place became a dump, reverting back to nature.

But then the town of Tombstone got a second wind thanks to the interest in westerns and tourism. In the 1920’s there were enough old-timers around who knew where the bodies were buried. Literally. Well, they remembered where most of them were buried. Some had to have “Unknown” inscribed on the new wooden slabs, but they may have gone to the grave as unknowns the first time around as well.

So the old cemetery was recreated for the sake of tourism and called Boothill (one word here). And I hate tell you this but some of the more colorful epitaphs may have been embellished with the tourist trade in mind.

Not all boom-towns survived the decline of the industries that built them. Some morphed into ghost towns, which are kind of cool in their own way. Towns like Deadwood, Tombstone, and Dodge City with their Boot Hills and remaining structures have value. We can read about the events of the old west in books, but seeing the relics of those days adds a flavor you get from the sometimes dry pages of history. And how a people bury their dead often tells us more about the people who buried the bodies than about the dead themselves. Walking through boot hills you meet not only the major players such as Wild Bill in Deadwood.



But we also meet the lesser characters. Men and women from all walks of life and parts of the world who helped settle the west. People who would otherwise be lost to us such as two from China who died in Tombstone, Arizona a long way from home.



You can find Patti Sherry-Crews books set in the old west and more on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Patti-Sherry-Crews/e/B01C7L8QUU/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_4

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