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An Open Letter to the Residents of Lago

December 31, 1867

by J.E. Duniway

I have been watching and listening to the proceedings which have culminated in the death of M.J. McCormick and as owner of the only newspaper, I wish to issue palinode regarding the story written in our paper which may have placed undue blame on the innocent women of the Scarlet Thread. It was never our intent to point fingers or intimate that the women would dare have any reason to harm their own benefactor in such a way that would leave them bereft and without his guidance.

And, there is also a thing called due process and that a man is innocent until proven guilty. This paper has connoted culpability for the death of the Colonel at the door of his own kin. Judge Bean and I entered the residence, searched with our own eyes and found nothing amiss to indicate Joshua McCormick, would do something so heinous as to murder his own flesh and blood.

It is not our policy to fling recriminations indiscriminately and conceivably, that was precisely what the murderer wanted by his scriptural references, to have the town's own residents begin tearing itself apart, until the Lago that the Colonel left was no more. Well, the Gazette will not be the mouthpiece to move along the murderer's agenda. Therefore, we render our apologies if anything was printed in my newspaper that would, in any form or fashion, point towards the women of the Scarlet Thread or Joshua McCormick. I ask the town's forgiveness as well as those aforementioned. To accuse the women who were under the protection of the Colonel of aiding and abetting his death is unjust and anyone who attempts to prove otherwise will be dealt with as harshly as they, themselves, mete out their own justice. To accuse Mister McCormick, without proof, proves us less than the ladies and gentlemen that we are. Leave them all be to grieve for the man who ultimately gave his life for this town and I promise you that we will find the person or persons responsible for taking M.J. McCormick before his time.

Scarlet Thread Vandalized

December 28, 1867

by J.E. Duniway

It was reported just this morning that several windows were broken at the Scarlet Thread by drunken miners who tossed bottles with notes strapped to them which read, "It's time for the Rahabs to leave Lago! We don't cotton to their lurkin' and plottin' no more. Next time someone should do like Major Reynolds and burn out this nest of vipers!"

I would urge one and all not to follow the lead of these misinformed rowdies, even though the signs were pointed towards the women at the Scarlet Thread. After the events which have transpired these past weeks, I ask that cooler heads prevail.

Both myself and Judge Bean went to the Circle M Ranch on Christmas day, going over the place with a fine tooth comb, finding no evidence of foul play by Mister Joshua McCormick of having done the Colonel in. The women of the Scarlet Thread are not culpable in his murder and are innocent of wrong doing, in spite of what others may intimate. The Colonel is dead, killed by whose hand, we know not. We will be watching the Scarlet Thread closely so no woman or man is hurt and we urge all to not focus on these mere women to have done something so evil as to cause others to wish them death.

Miss Cheyenna Chevallier is missing, having not been seen since before Christmas. If anyone has knowledge of her whereabouts, they are encouraged to come forward and let the Sheriff's office know. It is possible that she is in grave danger.

Christmas at the Trail's End

December 23, 1867

The Trail's End Hotel will be serving a Christmas day feast for those whom are far from families, featuring the local game from the area, as well as lovely cuts of beef from the local ranchers.

The tree is resplendant with hand-blown glass ornaments, the decorations of pine boughs bring a comforting scent which vies for dominance with Missus Pincer's wonderful fare and the warmth of the fire will sooth the most seasoned traveler.

On the menu are:

Sage-Grouse, stuffed with Missus Pincer's secret stuffing
Roast beef tenderloin with fennel and rosemary
Honey crusted Ham
Potatoes au'gratin
Fresh yeast rolls
Seasonal vegetables
Squash pie
Apple pie
Mincemeat pie

Dinner will be served throughout the day. And please remember to give thanks for whom this day is for.

Announcement

December 23, 1867

The Gazette wishes to inform the public that Reverend Alderman has been called east on family business. Church services will be conducted by the lay ministry until he returns after the first of the year.

Eulogy for James Parker

December 22, 1867

By Judge Roy Bean

I've known James Parker longer than anyone else in this Church, longer than almost anyone else in this Territory. And, while I do not shirk in my telling a man to his face what he is like when alive, I think it'd not be James's wish to have his memory ignored with platitudes. If he were here, he'd be the first to say that he could be good and he could be bad, but mostly, he was a bastard to everyone and anyone but his wife Grace. Somehow she tamed the beast when she was around, and yet when he was away from her, he could scheme, lie, cheat and steal with the worst of them.

Now now Grace, it's not an insult, it's the truth, but the bigger truth is he loved you, and I'm sure what you knew as your husband isn't what the rest of us knew, and he was honest about that side. If he was honest about it, we should all be honest about it.

He died with his boots on, in the street like a man, he didn't shirk and I think that's what we should all leave with. He died like a man. The details about what lead to his death, well that's for the Gazette and the witnesses, the fight was clean, it was fair and while there was a killing there was no murder and James Parker wasn't a murderer, nor should he have died that way. A fair and fitting ending who was a fireeater himself.

And in this time of change in the community I think we should all leave with another lesson. About becoming fixated. James was fixated on the Colonel, it ate at him and and ate at him. It was his yellow bird to James's dragon. In the community there are some becoming fixated on the current shift, speaking without facts, like a dog with a bone. We should look to James's fall for a moment before we become fixated on something that can destroy us. It might be not be a gun in the chest, but it might be the decay of the mind or the fall from public stature.

I'll miss James Parker. Sure he tried to kill me, but when he walked in, you knew it was going to be interesting. I like interesting.

Funeral for James Parker

December 19, 1867

Funerary service for James Parker will be held on Monday, 20 December, 1867. 9:00 in the morning at the Lago Church.

A Scarlet Cord

December 18, 1867

By M. Estes

During the last few days there have been so many fist fights, gun fights, deaths and injuries that even though I was witness to some of them, I could not hope to report them all faithfully to our town. I have been a resident of Lago for ten months and while I have been witness to some extraordinary violence, I have never seen so much chaos by such a large percentage of the town.

I have to link this outbreak of violence to the death of our own Colonel MJ McCormick. Despite the disapproval of many over his tendency toward pontification and ownership of the Scarlet Thread, few would disagree that our town benefited significantly from his generosity. Just in the last year he has given us benefits such as a library, paved roads, and gas lights. Whether or not he was liked personally, I think few would disagree that both because he controlled so many resources and because of his dominating personality he was the hub around which the town revolved. We have, in a metaphorical sense, lost our king.

Everyone’s life must end, and the Colonel was not young, but he was a man who suggested, through his actions and taste, the indestructibility of stone. Indeed, the Circle M’s granite outer walls, the granite he had installed in the Teton room, the guns he carried and wielded with an uncanny precision, not to mention his reputation as a deadly marksman and an intelligent strategist, all make his murder almost unbelievable or otherworldly. Certainly, that someone could murder Colonel McCormick in cold blood has perhaps sent a chill through the entire town.

The idea that there is someone among us capable of murdering Colonel McCormick is chilling.

What is even more chilling is that this person also chose to send us a message concurrent with the murder, the note found at the scene of the crime:

“The men said to her, "This oath you made us swear will not be binding on us unless, when we enter the land, you have tied this scarlet cord in the window through which you let us down, and unless you have brought your father and mother, your brothers and all your family into your house. If anyone goes outside your house into the street, his blood will be on his own head; we will not be responsible."

This passage is straight from the bible, Joshua 2:17. It is one passage from the story of how Joshua, leading the Israelites, came upon the city of Jericho and found it fair. How he sent two spies into the city, before taking it, and how those two spies resided at a brothel, and how the prostitute Rahab betrayed Jericho in the name of God. She knew that Joshua and the Israelites were blessed, that their God was the one true God. Jericho, before the Israelites, was a town of debauchery and godlessness, and after the city walls of Jericho fell, it transformed, through the blessedness of Joshua, into an eternal city of God.

Though we will, over time, read more into the words the killer sent to us, one message of the passage of significant importance is the symbol of the scarlet cord, which Rahab hung in the window of her brothel to protect those inside from the Israelites when they invaded the town, which saved her and all her family from destruction.

All through the bible scarlet threads and scarlet cords are symbols of agreement, of covenant. I propose we can read more into the murderer’s message than that of our town being taken by the righteous. I propose that we take that symbol and make it ours, a covenant between us and the memory of the good things Colonel McCormick did for us all to protect our town and our lives.

Whether or not we are under attack, whether or not our town will fall to invaders, let us at least stand together as a community and not destroy what Colonel McCormick founded, with our own hands.

An Open Letter to the Town of Lago

December 18, 1867

I would like thank those of you who have expressed your sympathies after my husband's passing and for the generous concern you have offered. It is deeply appreciated. Plans regarding a funeral service for James Parker will be announced in the Gazette as soon as they are made.

Missus Grace Parker

Remembering James Parker

December 17, 1867

By Judge Roy Bean

He came to our town as a respected lawman and left as a man no one will weep for. How did this happen? Continued lack of respect and an amazing ability to insult even the most jaded. I think, on this, day after his end, that we should all take the time to bask in the glory of Mister Parker’s words.

"Certain...'power' figures in our town are criminals. They have committed crimes against our people and our town. They must be stopped."

"Well Judge, every time I see you, or any of them rebs, I want to kick your brains out of your head.”

"Damn, you sure are a dumb Mexican. You aint no Marshall. I got my eye on you, wetback."

"Mister Bean, I wouldn't use that tone with me. I may be your only hope of getting out of this fiasco. Are you gonna be the prison block Judge at the territorial prison?"

"And this one is to God for having that stupid som'bitch killed! That stupid som'bitch McCormick, God damned rebel som'bitch who treated me lak shit, and spoke of mah wife lak a whore. I hope 'at stupid som'bitch is burnin' in hell, and the Devil himself is poking him in the ass with his pitchfork."

With James Parker, it wasn’t so much about the words as it was about the actions. Like how he was the Sheriff and Marshal and Deputy Marshal and then Pinkerton Agent. About how he tried to kill myself, M.J. McCormick, the Marshal and god knows how many other fellas over the years. We always gave him a chance and he always pinched it off and left the chance like a steaming’ pile in our laps.

Now he’s dead, any the only thing I’m sorry about is the fact that he always pissed away his chances and the tolerances of his neighbors by being a loudmouthed jackass. I doubt that a single tear will be shed for the man and that is a real shame.

The Final Moments of James Parker

December 16, 1867

By M. Estes

Last night, High Main street was rife with gunshots as the new Mister McCormick gunned down James Parker in the middle of the street. He had apparently been called out in the Teton room by Mister James Parker, who is responsible for the town's recent unpleasant relations with the Army that resulted in the Judge and the Colonel being incarcerated, gunned the man down in the middle of the street. Afterward, Marshall Yeager oversaw the facts:

According to Miss Amethyst Donovan, who was witness to events in the Teton Room, "Aye. He came to the Grand and said, "Tonight, I celebrate! That stupid som'bitch McCormick, G** damned rebel som'bitch who treated me lak sh**, and spoke of mah wife lak a whore. I hope 'at stupid som'bitch is burnin' in hell, and the Devil himself is poking him in the ass with his pitchfork."

Then the man called the new master of the Circle M ranch out, and there on High Main, they met, where Mister McCormick emptied his pistol into Mister Parker, ending his life.

Though Mister Parker never drew, he continued to taunt Mister McCormick, "Hell far, McCormick, twice. You shot twice and I am still standing. Hell of a gunhand, aint ya? I said squeeze! Don't pull! Hold yer breath!"

Mister McCormick continued to fire, saying, "You come into my Father's Hotel and curse him and myself before he is even buried and I hope that you don't expect quarter Mister Parker, I'm going to kill you for your disrespect for the dead, you are scum, no Officer of the United States, I'm sure you lied about your service."

When Mister Parker was down, he added, "And like a city which didn't resist, I will be merciful."

And when James Parker was dead in the street, Mister McCormick said for all to hear, "And that, Ladies, is what happens when one disrespects the dead in the dead's own house."

Later, in the Teton Room, Mister McCormick said that only two weeks ago Mister Parker tried to do the same thing to Colonel McCormick, calling him out, refusing to shoot, then insulting him on the street afterward.

Who knows why Mister Parker chose to aggressively pursue Mister McCormick in his grief, but one thing is certain, it is not a mistake he will repeat.

McCormick Service Announced

December 16, 1867

Mister Joshua McCormick has let this paper know that he will be holding a private service tomorrow for Colonel M.J. McCormick at the Circle M Ranch. In accordance with Colonel McCormick's final wishes he will cremated.

Colonel McCormick's Will

December 15, 1867

By M. Estes

The court room was sober, everyone on edge, while Judge Bean, the executor of the will, read the last Eill and Testament of Colonel MJ McCormick. While the contents of that Will is a private matter, this writer can say the room was crowded and that Colonel McCormick was unsurprisingly generous to all his friends and employees.

If the shock of losing the Colonel was not enough, the peace and grief of the courtroom was interrupted when Joshua MacIntyre came into the room, claiming to be Colonel McCormick's son.

Not only did Mister MacIntrye produce documents good enough to convince Judge Bean that he was, indeed, the Colonel's son, but he also produced a brand new Will that Mister MacIntyre stated Colonel McCormick wrote after their reconciliation.

Indeed, after some discussion the Judge ruled the new Will legal and binding, making Mister MacIntrye the new Mister McCormick, resident of the Circle M Ranch.

Murder in the Ranchlands

December 15, 1867

By J.E. Duniway

Word has reached the town of Lago that the benefactor and Mayor, Colonel M.J. McCormick was found last night tied to a make-shift crucifix and burned until dead. Those who discovered the grisely scene viewed a cryptic note which read the following:

"The men said to her, "This oath you made us swear will not be binding on us unless, when we enter the land, you have tied this scarlet cord in the window through which you let us down, and unless you have brought your father and mother, your brothers and all your family into your house. If anyone goes outside your house into the street, his blood will be on his own head; we will not be responsible."

The Gazette joins with the town of Lago in mourning the untimely passing of Colonel M.J. McCormick. Rest assured that whomever perpetrated this most heinous crime, for whatever reason, will be hunted down and brought to justice. As for myself, the Colonel was neither all good nor all bad, he simply was McCormick and though we had our altercations, he was always there for good or ill. He will be sorely missed.

Piano Concerto This Evening

December 14, 1867

Colonel M.J. McCormick will play classic piano pieces in the theme of the Holidays and Winter at the Grand Hotel, 8 pm. Formal attire not required though church dress requested for entry.

Miss Estes Named Editor of Gazette

December 11, 1867

Miss Madeline Estes has been named Editor of the Lago Gazette having recently returned from Colorado. Major Duniway would like the town of Lago to join him in welcoming her to her new position.

Clarification

December 10, 1867

Addendum to the previous announcement regarding Mister Christopher Marlowe.

In yesterday's announcement regarding Mister Christopher Marlowe, the Gazette wishes to report an error. Mister Marlowe will not be the new manager of the Theatre, but instead will be the new Assistant Manager.

Announcement

December 9, 1867

Mister Christopher Marlowe will be away on business in Denver for two or three weeks. When he returns he will be the new manager of the Lago Theater of the Arts.

Final Response to Colonel McCormick

December 1, 1867

Honor. What is honor? Its simple, really. Honor is a code of integrity, dignity, and pride. It can be argued that I have no honor by some, yet it could be argued that I am full of honor by others.

Coward. What is a coward? The word coward comes from the old French word, 'Couart', or the Italian word 'codardo', meaning to 'tuck tail and run', like a scared dog. I am not afraid of anyone except the good Lord above, and that includes our very own McCormick, yet he wants to claim that I am a coward. Well, I have not run anywhere. I am still here, and I am not leaving.

As for fighting, I am tired of fighting. I am sick of the smell of gunpowder, and I hate the ringing in my ears following the blast of a pistol, but do not misunderstand me. I am still here and I am not going anywhere. I will do the honorable thing here and propose and end to the violence and bloodshed. If this proposal of honor is too much for Mister [Colonel] McCormick, then he can find me, tomorrow at high noon, two miles south of Lago. We will settle this dispute once and for all.

Signed,

James Parker, Square P Ranch

Response to Open Letter

December 1, 1867

Dear Mister Parker,

I'm going to take some time to clarify things for you. Firstly, the Irish Code Duello has nothing to do with anyone's heritage; instead, it is the code for dueling that is traditionally used in the United States and the Dominion of Canada. The first code duello, or "code of dueling", appeared in Renaissance Italy with the publication of the "Flos duellatorum" in 1410, it was followed by a series of increasingly complicated Italian manuals. The first formalized national code was France's, also during the Renaissance. In 1777, Ireland developed a code duello, which was indeed the most influential in American dueling culture.

Dueling with firearms grew in popularity in the 18th century, especially with the adoption of the Irish Code Duello, "adopted at the Clonmel Summer Assizes in 1777 for the government of duelists by the gentlemen of Tipperary, Galway, Mayo, Sligo and Roscommon, and prescribed for general adoption throughout Ireland." This proved especially popular in America. The basics were similar to the renaissance French method.

Typical weapons were cased dueling pistols, of which I have two, tuned for identical appearance, reliability and accuracy. In America, the Irish code eventually supplanted the usual method of brutal hand-to-hand combat and gave the combat a respectable feel. However, since the combatants could not control guns as precisely as swords, gun duels had a greater chance of being fatal.

A custom had grown before the Irish code of deloping, discharging one's firearm in the air, usually to one side, when two friends had quarreled and one wished to end the duel without any harming his friend. Far too often, this custom resulted in accidents and the Irish Duello forbade it.

As for being a coward Mister Parker, I stand-by my claim. You ignored the challenge until two weeks had past and after I wrote a second open letter on the subject. You drew first while we were on Main Street and then you threw down your gun. In your actions with the Pinkerton Organization you went behind everyone's back, lied to the United States Army all so you could escape a debt. You are a coward.

The night that the Army came to the Circle-M ranch, of the ten men who stood on my lawn when we fired in self-defense, Sir, the only one who tried to run away was James Parker. Major Richard Hunt and his squad of soldiers stood fast. The Major was nicked and he didn't run that night Mister Parker, yet you tried to run, but for some reason you fell off your horse and your escape was foiled.

As for “bringing” people with me, I can assure you, I brought no one with me to Main Street. I didn't even have a second decided until Major Duniway and the Marshal arrived, no indeed it was you Mister Parker who bought a man along with you, had the Major and Marshal not happened to walk up, I would have been very much alone in the night. As for loyalty to a camp, I can say without a doubt the Major Duniway is not loyal to me, our paths do cross and we agree on one thing, that which is good for Lago and the Ranches. Not the play ranches, but the real ranches.

Moreover, Mister Parker, we never fought against one another in the War, it's obvious that you have no sense of honor or courage.

Signed, Colonel M.J. McCormick

Open Letter To [Colonel] McCormick

December 1, 1867

I am neither Irish, nor a coward. I faced you in the street without firing a shot, and I did not run. If that makes me a coward, then a coward I am, yet my actions do not reflect that of a coward. I continue to live on your doorstep. I continue to walk along the streets of Lago, and I continue to call you a criminal, yet I am the coward? I believe someone has told you a lie, if they said a Parker was a coward. The Parker family upholds the same principal as you do, just without the rules. You shot at me twice this week, and failed to land a decent blow to my person.

It seems to me, Mister [Colonel] McCormick that I am not the weak link in this chain. Perhaps you should check yourself before you decide to come after me. I showed up to face you once before, yet you shot at me with a 16 pound cannon. Who's the coward? You show up to fight me in Main Street, yet you bring every single person loyal to the McCormick camp? Who's the coward?

I am here, Colonel. I have always been here, since we fought against one another in the war, and still today. I am not leaving, so rest assured, Colonel, you will have many more chances to fire on me. Next time, I suggest you hit the mark, otherwise I may decide to shoot back.

Signed,

James Parker, Square P Ranch

Christmas Haircuts!

Want to look tidier for Christmas? For only .50 cents, Miss Elizabeth Roland is offering hair cuts for the next 3 weeks at the Livery and Feed.

An Open Letter to James Parker

Dear Mister Parker,

Under the rules set forth by the Code Duello you, as the challenged person had the choice of a public apology or other restitution, or choosing the weapons for the duel. The challenger would then propose a place for the "field of honour". The challenged man had to either accept the site or propose an alternate.

The location had to be a place where the opponents could duel without being arrested. It was common for the guardia to set aside such places and times and spread the information, so "honest people can avoid unpatrolled places." It has been two weeks with no answer what so ever, so I now publicly brand you a Coward, Mister Parker. A sniveling, yellow, coward.

I stand by the Irish Code Duello's rules Mister Parker, you have been called out and refused and now there is no argument, you are a coward.

Signed,

Colonel M.J. McCormick

Cavalry Corporal Ambushed by Cheyenne

By J.E. Duniway, Editor

A greenhorn Corporal, fresh faced and unprepared for life outside of a Fort, was ambushed by Senaka of the Northern Cheyenne, along with two bands of braves outside of Lago. One would think Senaka was out after the entire Cavalry by the amount of firepower used for this inconsequential Adjutant. Since the ambuscade, the young man has been residing in the confines of Doctor Claussen's care for many days, luckily not dying from the innumerable bullets which pierced his young body.

Luckily, Mister Christopher Marlowe happened along, bringing the youngster to the doctor's, just in time. As he moved between consciousness and twilight, he recalls the scent of honey and feeling as though a great deal of it was poured on him, but he believes this may have been an hallucination, resulting from his injuries.

We would ask the people of Lago and the surrounding areas be watchful when dealing with the Cheyenne. We need to remember that the Indians are warriors above all. They may come into town, eathing and drinking in our establishments, but they still carry with them all of the weapons of war.

A Trail's End Thanksgiving Feast

November 23, 1867

The Trail's End Hotel will be serving a Thanksgiving day feast all day tomorrow, featuring the local game from the area, as well as lovely cuts of beef from the local ranchers. On the menu are:

Sage-Grouse, stuffed with Missus Pincer's secret stuffing
Beef medallions with a port sauce
Potatoes au'gratin
Fresh yeast rolls
Squash pie
Apple pie
Mincemeat pie

Dinner will be served throughout the day. Please join us to celebrate our day of thanks for the bounties of life.

Wishing you a bountiful harvest,

Miss Amethyst Donovan and the staff of the Trail's End Hotel

Lago Restriction Rescinded

November 19, 1867

To all business owners and members of the Cavalry residing at Fort Bloodworth:

As of this date, the restriction of the Cavalry to enter establishments which serve spirits as well as entering the Scarlet Thread have been lifted until there is an event which will reinstate the ban.

Signed,

Major R. Hunt

Judge Roy Bean

Duel Challenge

November 17, 1867

Dear Mister Parker, I hereby challenge you to a duel. You have the choice of the venue and I the weapon, unless you are too chickenshit to do it. Your little reign of idiocy has gone on long enough without you being punished. You've plotted to have Martial Law dropped on Lago for what? Not to keep the peace, for you and your merry band of idiots over the years have shot at me, the Judge, Marshal Jose Pablo Rodriquez, beaten women, threatened women and god knows whatelse. I'm not going to go around behind your back like you tried to do with your little Pinkerton Badge. Be a man Mister Parker.

November 16th 1867 by Colonel M.J. McCormick

Letter to the people

November 17, 1867

To the People of Lago

A mistake has been made and while I am sure that, some will not accept that admission without insults and recrimination, that matters not in the long term.

The decision to issue warrants for the arrests of M.J. McCormick, the Honorable Roy Bean, Silas Yeager, and Jeb Blair was not what I came to the region to carry out. I was instructed by Headquarters to seek out James Parker of the Pinkerton Detective Agency for a briefing on the local situation.

On November 9 1864, I was informed of the following that helped mold the decision to request permission to arrest the four men in question. Permission that was granted and confirmed twice by Headquarters.

1. The activity of the Ku Klux Klan in the area is linked to M.J. McCormick

2. M.J. McCormick is a strong Confederate with anger over losing. Who was still resisting.

The Honorable Judge is McCormick's “lap dog.” They are tied together in this, and anyone who opposes McCormick will be ruled against in court.

3. Mister Yeager, the local Marshal is also a former confederate who works for McCormick. “He seems like a completely corrupt man, and is never around when the Klan hits.”

“McCormick has done things that a normal man would be locked up for. He's had a handful of people try to take him out there selves, but haven't been able to. He is a gunman, and is surrounded by gunmen. If I were the Commander who received this report, I would declare Marshal Law, and arrest a whole group of people.” – James Parker, November 9, 1867

Finally, I was advised to declare Martial Law. Which I received permission for twice, having checked at the Brigade and Corps level. Therefore, there, you people have an explanation of how this came to begin.

I did not lead the Army into this matter lightly, I came to town a number of times to talk with people about this, perhaps for them to have a chance to refute these charges and initially all I heard were recriminations of the Army. I guess perhaps there is more desire to hate men who were not in the area when the attempted arson of the Brothel occurred than there is a desire to tell the truth about men like McCormick, Bean, Yeager and Blair.

Since the men didn’t want to help the other men of the community, ultimately it became the job of the women to inform me of Mister Parker’s past relations with McCormick, Bean, Yeager and Blair.

Miss Donovan of the Trails End presented me with a stack of documents from the Court records and from the Gazette. In addition to those documents, I’ve been formally asked to end Martial Law at this time by the Governor of the Nebraska Territory and by Judge Bean, I have no choice but to declare an end to Martial Law at this time, the morning of November 17 1867, however I do not regret the actions I lead the Army to take, just the fact that my intelligence was faulty. I would like to pose one question for the people of the community.

If James Parker is as bad as you are all claim, why do you let him live among you still?

“Well Judge, every time I see you, or any of them rebs, I want to kick your brains out of your head, in restitution of all the pain and suffering you have endured upon me.” – James Parker, Gazette Archives spring 1866.

Major Richard Hunt, United States Army

Cannon Fire Notes End to Incarcerations

November 12, 1867

The distant sounds of a cannon being discharged marked an ending to the bizarre tail of the Judge, McCormick and his men being wanted or jailed for the crimes of sedition and treason.

A daring jail break occurred last evening as the former Sheriff, Jeb Blair retrieved the Colonel from his prison cell, while Marshal Yeager waited with several horses to make their escape. They found refuge at the Circle-M Ranch and when it was discovered the Colonel had taken flight, Major Hunt, along with Mister James Parker and the army was in hot pursuit. Negotiations were attempted with the Colonel and his men, when suddenly a cannon ball landed squarely at the front of the main house, many soldiers, including Major Hunt hit with the shrapnel. The second cannon ball nearly took out Mister Parker. Seeing that they could take severe casualties if they remained, Major Hunt gave the word for retreat, later sending word via a runner that the siege was over and the Colonel, Judge, Blair and Yeager were free from prosecution.

We are unsure why Major Hunt took the word of whom he did to throw our town into a lather, but we care glad that once evidence was brought forth, the Cavalry Major showed a cool head and professionalism to his duty. We ask that there be no retribution to those involved in this strange confrontation, but tend to your duties and be grateful no further harm was done.

"Taming of the Shrew" to be presented

November 11, 1867

The Shakespearean play, "The Taming of the Shrew" will be presented at the Lago Theater of the Arts, November 27th at 8 o'clock in the evening. We invite all to attend.

Lago Placed Under Martial Law, Estes Arrested

November 11, 1867

Major Richard Hunt has placed Lago under martial law after witnessing an instance of civil disorder by Miss Madeline Estes, whom was said to have entered Miss Amethyst Donovan's establishment, the Trail's End and without provocation, punching her in the face with her fist. Miss Donovan did not reciprocate and Miss Estes, after being unceremoniously told to leave the building, was informed by the Major that a warrant was issued for the hotelier, subsequently placing her under house arrest at the Grand Hotel and the town under military authority to preserve the public order.

We ask the townspeople to be cooperative and patient as the recent instances are creating a volatile environment for Lago and to refrain from altercations with one another.

Colonel McCormick Apprehended and Incarcerated!

November 10, 1867

Colonel M.J. McCormick was taken into custody this afternoon in a blazing gun battle that wounded the former officer and several of the Cavalry. He is now under guard at the Lago Jail, awaiting his sentencing. The Gazette will continue to inform the public as information comes forth.

Grand Hotel Commandeered for Army Operations

November 9, 1867

by M. Estes

Today Major Hunt, commanding officer at Fort Bloodworth, has commandeered the Grand Hotel for their Headquarters for the Army detachment in Lago.

As manager of the Grand Hotel, this reporter has to warn all staff, residents, and customers, to take care at the hotel in the evening since the soldiers will be sleeping in their bedrolls in the hallways.

I intend to still have Afternoon and High Tea while we are able.

The Warrants

November 9, 1867

by M. Estes

Today Major Hunt, commanding officer at Ford Bloodshed, issued warrants for the arrest of Colonel McCormick, Jeb Blair, Silas Yeager, and Judge Bean. The reason for these warrants has been described as sedition and treason. It includes things such as uprising against the government, like raising a militia to invade a town, or willfully resting lawful authority. In this case, these four prominent men of our town are accused of being one and the same with the hooded men who have plagued the town with violence, including the death of Mister TK Roberts, former editor of the Lago Gazette.

The hero behind these warrants is none other than Mister James Parker, Pinkerton detective and owner of one of the farms outlying the town of Lago. In an attempt to capture Colonel McCormick, at least one attack was been made on the Circle-M ranch, with another one planned for the evening of November 8th. Judge Bean is in jail at the Court House. Jeb Blair and Silas Yeager remain at large.

According to Major Hunt, physical evidence of Colonel McCormick's guilt was found in the shape of a club with 'wifebeater' written along the side, the weapon that was allegedly used to murder Mister Roberts.

Major Hunt also mentioned that during this time he intends to appoint a mayor until there is a trial. Rumors in town whisper that this new mayor will be none other than Mister James Parker himself.

Warrants! - Treason?

November 8,1867

The Army has issued warrants for Col. McCormick, Judge Bean, Jeb Blair and Marshal Yeager for sedition!

Who Wears the Pants?

November 7, 1867

By M. Estes

The ladies of Lago are frequently finding trousers as appealing as skirts and gowns. While it is not known where this trend started, it has strongly taken root and appears to be as prolific as pollen in spring. Brought in from Joe Roland's Nearly All Female staff at the Slash J ranch? Perhaps. On a ranch, skirts can get in the way of chores. A fashion trend imported from the East? Not likely. Trousers are not as attractive as gowns. Or are they? Opinions vary widely.

But there is a reason for ladies to wear trousers. This writer, who wears them for long trips on horseback, wears them for comfort and convenience. Other ladies wear them because out here in the Nebraska Territory where there's work to be done and skirts just get in the way of farm machinery, horses, and getting dinner.

Some ladies, however, feel differently. The elegant Miss Angelina Dubois, owner of the Livery and Feed remarks, "They look uncomfortable."

While the stylish Miss Ame Donovan, owner of the Trail's End Hotel, remarks, "There is a time and place for trousers and they are essential. One can be stylish in trousers, but not at the theater or doing business. There is an appropriate time and place for them."

But one wonders what the gentlemen think. One man's candor brought this remark: "I like ladies in trousers. You can see all their curves. They can't hide under those skirts anymore. I'm all for ladies in pants."

Another young gentleman, a newcomer to town, begged to differ. "Ladies in pants look like tomboys."

And our own Judge Bean says, "Women in pants? That's just not right. I don't think women should wear pants. Men shouldn't wear dresses and lace. There might need to be a law."

House For Rent

November 7, 1867

Small House on Lower Third Street is for Rent. The property is unfurnished and costs $14.00/month. Interested parties see M. Estes at either the Grand Hotel or the Gazette. If M. Estes is not available, please see Miss Angelina Dubois at the Livery and Feed.

Wake Called for Rosco Brown

November 4, 1867

Mister Rosco Brown, recently employed by the /J Horse Farm, was found outside of town this afternoon by Miss Annabelle Chandler. No indicaton of foul play was apparent. There will be a memorial wake in remembrance of his life tomorrow evening at the Trail's End Hotel, starting at 9 o'clock. All who knew him are invited to attend.

A private burial will take place Saturday with internment at the Lago Cemetary.

Orders of the Day

Effect until Further Notice

Posted Tuesday, November 2, 1867

Issued by the Commander of Fort Bloodworth, Major Hunt

Fraternization

Relationships between soldiers of different rank are prohibited if they:

(1) Compromise, or appear to compromise, the integrity of supervisory authority or the chain of command.

(2) Cause actual or perceived partiality or unfairness.

(3) Involve, or appear to involve, the improper use of rank or position for personal gain.

(4) Are, or are perceived to be, exploitative or coercive in nature.

(5) Create an actual or clearly predictable adverse impact on discipline, authority, morale, or the ability of the command to accomplish its mission.

Certain types of personal relationships between officers and enlisted personnel are prohibited, even if they don't meet the above criteria. Prohibited relationships include:

Ongoing business relationships between officers and enlisted personnel. This prohibition does not apply to landlord/tenant relationships or to one-time transactions such as the sale of a horse or a house, but does apply to borrowing or lending money, commercial solicitation, and any other type of ongoing financial or business relationship.

Gambling between officers and enlisted personnel.

Dating, shared living accommodations other than those directed by operational requirements, and intimate or sexual relationships between officers and enlisted personnel.

Fraternization with civilians may not take place during duty hours. If you are using a Cavalry horse, you are on duty.

Fraternization and business dealings with Indians, Half-breeds, Chinese and Mormons is not permitted.

Courting may not take place in or near the Fort, nor while on duty.

At the current time Military Personel are banned from all Establishments that serve alcohol. That ban is legal and binding. Those who violate the ban twice will be docked a month’s pay and be stripped of one rank.

All Military Personel are banned from the Brothels.

Massive Discovery in Farmlands

October 31, 1867

A giant stone is resting in the dead center of the Teton Room, wrested from the depths by Mister Jeb Blair and Colonel M.J. McCormick in hopes of a major discovery beneath the limestone surface. The rock is 8 feet long, 5 feet high and upwards of 1000 pounds. A large blue-black rock is imbedded within the limestone and it can be judged that this rock is different from the average stone, as there are sharp-points, along with large holes in the blue-black rock filled with the limestone.

The rock was found on the Hibernia Farm's lands and was transported via pulleys, ropes and wagons. Mister Yosef Ablebaum and Miss Ame Donovan will undertake the revealing of the object within the stone in the near future. Stop by the Teton Room to watch their progress and partake of the newly refurbished dining room at the same time. Perhaps you will be present when the secret of the giant rock is revealed.

Grand Opening of Carter's Gun Shop

October 25, 1867

Miss Gypsy Carter is pleased to announce the opening of her premiere gun shop, located on Lower Second Street. She carries the finest line of weapons this side of the Mississippi and takes great care in making the buyer feel comfortable with their purchase. Miss Carter is in the process of developing her own revision of fire arms, patent pending.

Please join the Gazette in welcoming Carter's Gun Shop to the Lower Second Street area.

Attempted Robbery at Jewelry Store

October 20, 1867

An attempted robbery was thwarted by the owner, Mister Yosef Ablebaum, last afternoon.

An unknown man was seen entering the establishment, then demanding money. He then brandished his gun, but not before Mister Ablebaum leapt behind one of the display counters, lifted his own shotgun and rained buck shot into the man. The intruder than made a hasty retreat out of the store, unsuccessful in his bid for free money.

Should anyone see a man with gunshot wounds in need of a physician, please inform the Sheriff.

Doctor's Office Robbed

October 16, 1876

A break-in occurred at Doctor Claussen's office this evening, the thieves leaving broken glass and a trail of bandages along the floor.

"I do not think any of the medicines were taken, but someone broke the front of the cabinet, which I will have to repair. In the meantime, I will be moving the medications to an undisclosed place where there will be no chance of theft," says Doctor Claussen.

If anyone has any knowledge as to who would break into the supplies at the Doctor's office, please contact Sheriff Duniway.

Tonight's Theater Perfomance Cancelled

October 16, 1876

Tonight's most anticipated puppetry performance by Colonel McCormick has been rescheduled for next Saturday, October 23 at 7:00 p.m.

Death of a Newspaperman

October 11, 1867

by M. Estes

TK Roberts, former editor of the Lago Gazette, was killed earlier this evening in front of the Gazette offices by one of the mysterious hooded gunmen who took issue with yesterday's article about bullies.

The unidentified killer, hooded and armed, shouted epithets at the Gazette door, finally bursting through with a club in his hand. He let this writer and Mister Ablebaum, the jeweler, leave the premises before becoming violent with Mister Roberts. And though this writer ran as fast as she could to find the Sheriff, by the time the Sheriff arrived, Mister Marlowe at his side, Mister Roberts was dead in the street. The Sheriff tried to stop the man, but to no avail. The hooded man stole a nearby horse and rode out of town. Both the Sheriff and Mister Marlowe gave chase.

Mister Roberts, originally from Boston, had lived in Lago for the past two years and is survived by his wife, Marie. The Gazette offices will be closed tomorrow in honor of his passing.

Bullies Among Us

October 10, 1867

By TK Roberts

Readers of our past issues are sure to recall the many columns of print that has been dedicated to the so called, "Klan' that has been raising some havoc among the populace of out quiet town. It is this writer's opinion that there is no real Klan among us at all, merely common thieves hiding their cowardice behind the guise of white sheets, and political reform.

All the robberies save one, attributed to these cowards are versus unarmed or isolated peoples in the area. Women, children, and peaceful men, are the victims of these crimes. These men do not have the courage or the strength of character to undertake real work, and have resorted to stealing from the weak. They are the lowest form of people I've yet to have the misfortune to write about.

I fear these bullies must continue to prey on the unarmed, peaceful residents of the area, for they obviously have no skills, or character that would allow them to obtain lawful employment. I believe jail time to lenient for such miscreants, as they should be tracked down like the scum they are, be put to death in no uncertain terms. Dear readers, Lago is expanding. As more and more good people settle the area, and bring more, and more opportunity to us, we need to guarantee the safety and well being of everyone. We cannot allow such men (and I use the term lightly. They cannot have earned that title in their lives as yet) to flourish in our town. They are the opposite of what every honest, god- fearing, hard working, peaceful resident of Lago needs, and deserves as is their rights an upstanding citizens.

And the New Champion of the Lago Boxing Match Is...

October 10, 1867

by J. E. Duniway

Anyone wanting excitement last night would have found it at the Buffalo Rose. There were many combatants from the surrounding area, including some that were not expected. Judge Bean was asking if there were any who wished to engage in fisticuffs, when the swinging doors opened, admitting three Cheyenne from the tribe near by. The first was Senaka, a familiar face around the town and area. Following on his heels was someone we had not seen in a long while. Black Cloud, War Chief of the Northern Cheyenne. Between the two men, and most unexpected, was the Chief himself, Iron Hawk, who upon entering immediately requested coffee with cream and nutmeg, which was brought over post haste, courtesy of Miss Donovan via Miss Lydia Taylor, and was distributed quickly.

Judge Bean's reaction was in the form of colorful language as he reminisced of the times he was fighting the Indians to the death. He asked again if there was anyone who wanted to box. Black Cloud came to face the Judge, querying the word, "Box?" Immediately, Judge Bean reached back and slapped the Brave's left cheek responding, "You know, box!" You could feel the air in the room still, awaiting the man's reaction to this example. He merely grinned, reared back with his right fist, making contact with Roy Bean's jaw and laughed, "Ah! Box!" All this occurred while the Chief was observing the pickled pigs feet and eggs, floating in a brine on the end of the bar. Rubbing his jaw, the Judge asked if anyone wanted to fight. Mister MJ Harris had been making a few mumbled remarks in the mean time and was the sudden recipient of a pickled pig's foot projectile being thrown at him by Chief Iron Hawk as he challenged the pawnshop owner to a round in the ring.

Mister Harris did take it all in good humor as he tried to beg out, but was encouraged by many who feared displeasing the Leader of the Northern Cheyenne Nation. Once in the ring, they each gave as good as they got, but the Chief proved the more formidable opponent. Mid point, Harris was ready to concede, but was told, "A pigs hoof challenge is a sacred oath between fighters" and so he continued his attack, resulting in Iron Hawk as the victor. Next round was War Brave against War Leader as Senaka and Black Cloud entered the ring. Black Cloud, the larger of the two continued his pounding of the brave until Senaka landed on the mat, defeated. However, as is always the way with kinsman, Black Cloud offered his hand to help Senaka to his feet, slapping him on the back before both moved to the bar to partake of coffee with cream and nutmeg.

There was a brief concern when the Indians began speaking amongst themselves, several frowns and grunts being emitted, though the pause did give the women in attendance ample opportunity to appreciate the tensile forms of the Indians, sans shirts. Finally, the last combatants were Chief Iron Hawk and Black Cloud, Chief against War Chief, which Iron Hawk proved the victor. Some could contend a lowering of stamina in Black Cloud, having just returned from months away on a vision quest, but there was no disputing the enthusiasm with which the Cheyenne entered in at the boxing match. Iron Hawk was declared the victor and new Champion of the Lago Boxing League, receiving the entire winnings acquired by the cover charge.

It was an interesting and unexpected evening and anyone who missed it, missed a treat indeed.

Livery and Feed Under New Management

October 9, 1867

The Livery and Feed has been purchased by Miss Angelina Dubois who wishes Lago to know that now both gentlemen and ladies are welcome. She is also in need of a reliable clerk. Interested applicants may apply in person at the Livery and Feed.

The Gunsmith's Life

October 8, 1867

By M. Estes

Miss Gypsy Carter is about to live at the end of Second Street, the road that used to be named by some as Opium Lane, home of broken men and bodies burning with smoky perfume. It is not far from the Chinese slums that spreads widely, like old humans must have lived, closer to the earth. Colors of fall dazzle the eyes now, even the sparse tress on Lower Second are rich red, ripe as apples and gold as old paper as Miss Carter's hand makes a line of guns and weapons. A novel profession for a woman? Yes. And the new stone building, erected on the site of the old opium den, is safe for her work with such volatile chemicals as gun powdered, as well as safe from the lingering ether of smoked poison.

She was born in the nondescript eastern town of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, an only child. Her father was a military quartermaster and gunsmith in the city, so she spent a larger amount of time with her father than most girls do. In Miss Carter's own words, "It was inevitable that I [began] picking up the trade. When he saw that I had an interest and an actual talent for the work he began teaching me in earnest."

Carter is a gunsmith in the same way Colonel McCormick is a military man, in the same way Joe Roland's horses are at the roots of his life. She's rented space above the Second Street's focal point, the General Store, for longer than this writer has lived in town. She was affected when the cannoneer's ball blasted through the wall, creating splinters and dust from the building's sturdy walls.

One afternoon I happened to be in the Teton room planning for the laundry when I noticed Miss Carter and Colonel McCormick at one of the tables speaking. Anyone who knows Gypsy Carter has seen those forthcoming eyes, and the sturdy way she carries herself. But what I saw was a smile on Miss Gypsy Carter's face as golden as the highly admired Miss Meghan McCormick. It was the face of Miss Carter upon purchasing the lot on Lower Second Street, the former opium den, for use as her new gunsmithy. Quoting Miss Carter, "I bought the land to build a shop better suited to my needs, mostly for more space. With the new building I've been able to bring in better tools, and the overall quality of my work will increase as well as the types of repairs and customization I'll be able to perform."

The town's respect means a lot to Miss Carter. Looking at me across the table at the Trail's End Hotel this was very clear, "Owning a business is indeed difficult to do.. but being recognized as a competent gunsmith is even moreso. There are a lot of folk in town that have faith in my abilities and that means a lot to me."

Between the McCormick Boarding House and Miss Carter's earthy stone building, Lower Second Street may be the best investment in town. And Miss Carter has advice to offer other aspiring feminine business owners, "Take pride in what you do, and never let anyone make you believe you'll never succeed."

Miss Gypsy Carter knows that in addition to her talents as a gunsmith, the projection of determination and fortitude, rootedness and steadfast faith will always be her most important asset. The new stone gunsmithy on Lower Second may one day be called by some of the deepest roots in Lago.

Notice of Lago Auxilliary Committee Meeting

October 7, 1867

The Ladies Auxiliary Club will meet this friday at Afternoon and High Tea in the Teton Room of the Grand Hotel. The main agenda item will be the recently acquired land on High Main and it's potential usage.

An Open Letter to the Women of Lago

October 6, 1867

Today, I come to you as a humbled man. I am not a perfect man by any means, and I have done wrong, and I realize that. I do not think that my actions were deserving of the recent lawsuit, but I have settled, no doubt, because I am tired of this fiasco. I am finished in Lago, and I am bankrupt. All my properties, minus the Livery, have been taken by Colonel McCormick to settle the lawsuit. The Livery will be signed over to Captain Harris, to compensate him for his investment. To Miss Annabelle Chandler, and Miss Blair Hatchard, I apologize for my actions.

To my partner, Captain Harris, I apologize for losing our investments, and I hope that the Livery will make up for the funds you have lost. Captain Harris is a good man, and my only friend. I hope the women of this town do not think poorly of him for associating with myself. He deserves all the business he can get, and I know he will do well for himself in the future.

Mr. Jacob Washington

Afternoon and High Tea in the Teton Room

October 6, 1867

Beginning Friday, October 8th, the Teton room of the Grand Hotel will be serving Afternoon and High Tea from 3pm to 6pm daily. Afternoon tea includes a selection of French pastries, family recipes of Miss Madeline Estes, including croissants, that flaky pastry of the French, filled with pralines or drizzled in chocolate.

Also available are puff pastry apple tarts and Mille de Feuille made with custard, and a variety of tea sandwiches made with fresh ingredients. High tea includes all of the above, but adds more substantial croissants stuffed with beef, herbs, and cheeses, and savory tarts of sausages. Join us for the most unique dining experience in the Nebraska Territory.

Boxing Match Announced

October 6, 1867

by J.E. Duniway

In a surprising move, a fight will not be enacted in front of the Trail's End, but where it should be, at the Buffalo Rose. Judge Roy Bean has announced a boxing match to take place this coming Saturday at 7 o'clock at the Main Street bar where a boxing ring has been erected. All pugilists who wish to participate, please be in attendance prior to fight time. There will be a dollar cover, the pot going to the winner.

Victory for the Women of Lago

October 5, 1867

by M. Estes

A lively debate between Mister Jacob Washington and Judge Roy Bean began with the Judge asking Mister Washington why we were all assembled at the Courthouse. His sober reply, "To settle the lawsuit I have filed against Miss Donovon, and the Ladies Auxiliary for slander against myself. To prove publicly that I am not a threat to the women of Lago, and to recompense for lost sales due to the article in the Gazette." Mister Washington wanted, as damages, five hundred dollars and a public apology.

This sum seemed large to this writer and indeed, the Judge pursued the foundation of this large, requested amount. Read on, and you shall discover why the total was alleged to be as large as the charges against his character was long!

Judge Bean: "I mean, what damages have actually occurred?"

Mister Washington: "Loss of sales, and reputation."

Judge Bean: "There have been a loss of sales? Totaling, say, two hundred and fifty dollars? In four days"

Mister Washington: "In the week before the article, the Livery and Feed made a profit of two-hundred and sixty-eight dollars, and fifty-three cents. Since the article, the Livery and Feed has made a profit of twelve dollars and six cents."

Judge Bean: "Wow. A little Feed and Tack making more money than the Mighty McCormick and Duniway combined per week. I can see how you must be hurting then from this."

Miss Donovan, relatively new to Lago but one of our most prominent business owners, was as calm and confident as usual. When asked if she had anything to say on behalf of herself and the ladies of Lago, she answered, "I have statements from five women of Lago and the surrounding area who have come in contact with Mister Washington and his attempt to extract physical recompense from them, or being verbally and emotionally abused by him. And feel that the letter to the women of Lago was not in error nor contained any lies towards Mister Washington."

Dear Reader, you will perhaps not be surprised to understand that the civil suit of Mister Washington only spiraled downward from there.

Testimony was presented by five ladies. The charges included being locked in stores rooms and manhandled, demands for in return for saddles no one wants, bottles of medicine thrown down, being cursed at, and attempted kiss thefts, along with various other threats which sometimes ended in Mister Washington being slapped. The details are far too salacious to present in a newspaper such as the Gazette.

Mister Washington replied to these accusations by claiming some of the ladies must have lied. After the Judge reminded him all the ladies had been under oath, Mister Washington called Miss Annabelle Chandler to the stand. Miss Chandler, who is tall and blond and a ranch hand at the Slash J Ranch took his questioning nobly and answered clearly and honestly. Yes, he tried to give her a blanket. Yes, he tried to kiss her and, yes she felt forced into slapping him for his forwardness.

Mister Washington had planned to use, and I paraphrase here so that any reader may clearly understand Mister Washington's strategy, explained by Judge Bean, "So, let me get this straight. You only push till they hit you, then you pull back [and] so, one might argue that shooting someone in the leg, wasn't assault with a deadly weapon, because it was only a leg?" Another comment, made sotto-voce, was overheard which reflected the skepticism running through the courtroom, as Mister Washington made no attempt to cover up the fact that he tried to extort kisses for gifts, "Well yes, I tried to kiss you, but how was my follow through? Points for effort?"

Washington then called Miss Camille Garnet, new owner of the grist mill, to the stand who responded rather succinctly that, yes, Mister Washington had made advances, but they were nothing she hadn't invited, owing to her former profession as a lady of the Scarlet Thread.

The Judge wound up bringing up evidence that Mister Washington had other known attributes that might contribute to how his character is perceived.

Judge Bean: "In April of this year, Mister Washington approached me, and then the County on the subject of Dope and [Soiled Doves]. That matter is part of the Public Record and I think it was taken up at a meeting of the County, where it was defeated 2 to 1, with Diego De La Vega, Major Duniway voting against a Hotel and Brothel and the Colonel voting in favor of licensing."

Judge Bean: "Likewise, on April 18th, of this year, Mister Washington was drunk on a Sunday, in the Grand Hotel. When I asked him about it, he murmured, it's Sunday? And walked out."

Judge Bean: "Should I throw in the March 20th 1867 things about extorting the Colonel to force him into selling you the Rose and Thorn Mister Washington? Because I've got some testimony here."

Mister Washington's lackluster response, in the end, silenced the entire courtroom.

The Judge ended the trial with these sound words: "It's clear that there are some seriously, and rightfully so, [angered up] women in this town. And it's clear that there is a difference of opinion as to what is and isn't proper. I think, as a man, anything that gets me slapped, isn't proper and that someone who has done that, has no defense against women saying he's a threat. Because, Mister Washington, if this was criminal, I'd have you in jail for a while. But it's not. So case dismissed."

If that wasn't enough, Mister Washington fled the courtroom against the Judge's wishes, as it was being announced that a Class Action Law suit had been filed by Colonel McCormick on behalf of all the ladies in Nebraska and Wyoming, damages to total upwards of $500 dollars per woman scorned. A sign up sheet will be available in the Lago Gazette for injured parties to express their interest in the Class Action law suit, and are encouraged to contact Colonel McCormick at the Grand Hotel.

It seems Miss Donovan's warning to the townswomen was right. Men, guard your daughters, wives, and mothers. Ladies, beware the lascivious nature of Mister Jacob Washington.

Shi Xin Herb Shop

Please come down and pay a visit. We carry anything that you sole desire, and if we don't have it we will get it. We have everything from oil fragrances that will pleasure your nose and spices that will pleasure your tongue. We have herbs that cause silk like skin for the ladies, to herbs that will help sober or get rid of the headache in the morning from drinking to much for a man. We have low prices, and all transactions are private. Hope to see you soon

Injunction

October 4, 1867

A 48 hour injunction against the Jacob Washington, the Washington-Harris Company and MJ Harris has been granted by Judge Bean after the Injunction was filed by M.J. McCormick who is suing Mister Washington on behalf of the woman of Wyoming and Nebraska.

A hearing will be held within 48 hours of October 4th at 3.15 PM. So, it has to be held by 3.15PM of October 6th. No capital projects may be started, nothing bought or sold beyond the basic necessities of life, nothing gifted or given away.

Signed, Judge Roy Bean

Announcement

October 4, 1867

By decree, the Male known commonly as "Breed" is herefore and legally named Christopher Janus Marlowe, as of this date October 4, 1867, Signed, Judge Roy Bean.

Whitlocks Leave Area

October 4, 1867

It is with sadness we announce the departure of Mister and Missus William Whitlock from the area. Indications are that they were going to move southward. We shall miss them and wish them safe travels.

Grist Mill Under New Ownership

October 3, 1867

Miss Camille Garnet wishes to announce her purchase of the Grist Mill on Upper Reed Road and to ensure that those accounts currently being supplied by the mill will suffer no interruption of delivery. She also has plans to expand in the near future to include the production of bakery goods, using her own flours.

Miss Garnet is also in need of an assistant to help her in the mill. Any who are interested in this position, please contact her at her business.

New Contruction on Lower Second Street

October 3, 1867

It hasn't been more than 24 hours since the eviction of the owner of the House of Lui and already plans for the building are being made. Earlier today a team of laborers armed with axes and sledgehamers decended on the former opium den intent on tearing it to the ground. The reason for this sudden demolition?

It seems that the property had been purchased that morning by local Gunsmith Gypsy Carter, who ordered the destruction of the old building to be replaced by a new Lago Gunshop. Already wagonloads of stone from the Hibernia Stoneworks are arriving on the scene, as well as stonemasons and other laborers. Construction is slated to begin as soon as the wreckage of the old Opium den has been cleared away.

Women's Boarding House Open

October 2, 1867

By J.E. Duniway

The opening of the McCormick Boarding House for Women is the dawning of a new age for the single women in Lago. Here, they can be safe and protected until they can find work, as well as a place to reside and meals, provided courtesy of the Lago Auxilliary Committee, headed by Miss Amethiyst Donovan, under who's guidance this building was erected.

Lessons in sewing, cooking, decorum, basic numbers and letters and languages will be provided by various women in the town and at several places of business. Miss Donovan has already offered the use of the Trail's End's kitchen for the study of cooking under Missus Mitsi Pincer. Missus Parker will instruct the women in the fundamentals of reading and writing as well as arithmatic at the Duniway School. Any other women wishing to give of their time are encouraged to contact Miss Donovan. Miss Rebecca McQuinn graciously provided the fabric and sewing for the decor, the women of the LAC aiding in making the building hospitable and comfortable for the young women who will be in residence.

The boarding house is now open for any young, single woman who is in need of a place to stay until they are on their feet and gainfully employed.

Chinese Uprising

October 2, 1867

Many of the Chinese are angered at the eviction of the one known as "Tar" from Lower Second Street. He was informed that his brand of product and influence was no longer appreciated in that area of town and his lease has been terminated immediately. He has been moved and has gotten several of the Chinese to issue protests, but once he is acclimatized to being absorbed into the community down there, perhaps things will settle.

Lawsuit Filed

October 1, 1867

In a surprising move, Jacob Washington filed a lawsuit against Miss Amethyst Donavon and the LAC for public slander. Court proceedings are to be taken up later this month. He also released this public statement:

To the women of Lago,

I admit that I have my faults, and I may have given a blanket away as a gift, but I am not the dangerous man that Miss Donavon says that I am. I have loved three women in my life, and that is all. My mother, Miss Angelina DuBois, and another woman that I will not mention in this letter. The fact of the matter is, I respect women, and their wishes. I would never hurt a woman, and would probably never hurt any man, if I could avoid it. Miss Donavon has never even spoke to me, and knows nothing about me. She has never been in my shop, and I have only graced her establishment once or twice for a five minute period. That is why I am filing a lawsuit against her.

Jacob Washington

Letter To the Women of Lago

October 1, 1867

To the Women of Lago,

I should like to caution all women of moral standing to beware of one Mister Jacob Washington. He is a lothario who will corner women in his places of business under the guise of conducting sales, then attempt to extract physical recompense from them. It has not been just a few, but many women who have been approached, their virtue undermined.

Please do not find yourself alone with this man ever. Make certain you are in the company of one or more, preferably a gentleman and if you do find yourself in his presence without means of flight and he attempts to press you for favors, use everything in your power to fight him off.

We would ask that any further assertions towards the women of this town be reported to the Sheriff and Mister Washington be taken into custody for assault. A man of his shoddy morals should not be allowed to conduct business if he is going to lock women in rooms to extract kisses or other things which should only be requested from those who are courting or wed. He is a dangerous man, for he attempts to undermine the purity of the women and mothers of this town. Something must be done and soon. And gentlemen of Lago! It could be your wives or daughters he attempts to corner next. He is not to be trusted under any circumstance.

Most Sincerely,

Miss Amethyst Donovan, President Lago Auxilliary Committee and businesswoman

Warrant Sworn

September 29, 1867

A warrant for one Jake Kinkaid has been sworn by Judge Bean. Mister Kinkaid is being charged with the following: Drunk and Disorderly, attempted murder, disturbing the peace and two counts of horse theft. These charges are being leveled at Mister Kinkaid after his performance last evening at the Trail's End. Anyone with information on his whereabouts is encouraged to contact the Sheriff's office.

The Strangest of Days

September 29, 1867

By M. Estes

The Lago - Northern Cheyenne Indian Treaty creates an atmosphere of wonder in the Nebraska Territory. You never know, here, if you walk down the street, you may see a formidable Indian Warrior, such as Senaka, fighting our own formidable Sheriff, Major Duniway, or the Chief sipping coffee with cream and nutmeg at a table in the Trail's End restaurant.

Indeed, dear reader, both these events happened yesterday.

In the middle of the afternoon in town, Senaka of the Cheyenne rode in on his horse, demanding to see Colonel McCormick. They had words: Senaka shouting and red-faced, indeed an angry man, our own Colonel McCormick's frustration plainly written on his face as he tried to calm the Indian Warrior. The altercation became worse when the sheriff, Major Duniway arrived, gun in hand, and added his voice to, what for the rest of us, was an incomprehensible shouting match. This led to a fist fight, in the middle of the street, between Senaka and Major Duniway, a fist fight of sweat and blood more anger on the part of Senaka. Eventually, the Major struck a blow that the Indian Warrior could not defeat and he fell, face down in the street, unconscious. A good thing, too, as there had been threats on the Indian's part about wanting to eat Major Duniway's heart! The great warrior was carried off to Doctor Claussen's office for treatment.

After the fight, I spoke with both Major Duniway and Colonel McCormick. Even though they speak Cheyenne, both expressed confusion over the reason for Senaka's anger. It seems he had no real purpose, was just angry, and made accusations about the White man versus the Indians: The White man interfering in Indian business, the White man owning land, when no man should own land, and things of this nature.

Ironically, later that night, Chief Iron Hawk, Senaka at his side, and still spitting blood, came to the Trail's End restaurant where they were confronted with an angry man of another sort. Mister Kinkaid, who passes through Lago on occasion, arrived at the restaurant already in his cups and proceeded to insult not only the Indians, but half the town of Lago, too! He used such words as "Dirty Spineless Savages", his dark drunken eyes full of hate. Miss Donovan, proprietress of the restaurant and prominent Lago businesswoman, left a hand print on his face for the effort and forced him to leave with threats of drawing her gun.

As he stood framed and swaying in the doorway he rounded on the room, drew his own gun and aimed it at Chief Ironhawk, who had been merely sipping coffee with cream and nutmeg! His shot went wide, leaving a bullet in the restaurant's wall, before Senaka's knife found its mark in his shoulder.

And while everyone was recovering from that near-miss with disaster, Mister Kinkaid, wounded, went outside and chased the Indian horses away. Chief Iron Hawk, who seemed irritated, but otherwise not angry (this writer so far believes the Chief to be a sensible, wise man, with an even temper), ordered the horses found and waited patiently for them to be recovered. They were.

I beg the question of you, gentle reader: how will either side keep the treaty we all covet so much with hot tempered rascals on both sides? We can but try.

Willow Creek Delivers!

Winter is coming fast, and many of you do not have the feed to carry you through. For a limited time, the Willow Creek Company will be delivering feed to your farm or ranch. If you are interested in free delivery, contact Mr. Washington or Captain Harris at the Feed Store on Lower Main Street.

Willow Creek Company is hiring!

The Willow Creek Company will be hiring for the following positions:

Livery hand
Feed Store Clerk
General Business Associate

If you are interested, apply in person to Jacob Washington, or Captain Harris.

Realization of the American Dream

September 27, 1867

By J.E. Duniway, Editor

Some women may look askance at Miss Lydia Taylor. We've heard the rumors of what goes on behind the walls of the Scarlet Thread. But what some may never see, due to their myopic outlook is that she is an intelligent woman who has taken her life into her own hands. You are probably asking, “Is the Gazette now advertising for the bawdy house of the Colonel's?” And the answer would be no. At least not in this story.

This is a story about a young woman from Texas who came to Lago seeking a new life. And she did what she could to make a secure and comfortable one for herself with no excuses. Luckily, she found a benefactor who provided her with a safe place and one who would give her free rein to make the money how she wanted to. Readers may find a certain distaste for her conditions, but you would be the only ones, as she has no regret.

Miss Lydia Taylor came to Lago just a few months ago, this past February in fact, though it seems much longer as she is always seen with a smile and a pleasant greeting, even for those who have few for others. She admits that several people she has met have influenced her, though not in the way most would think. "You know there are those you don't want be like so you do everything in your power to not be [like] them. Then there [are] those who you want to be like and you watch them and see how you can. I think the ones I don't want to be like, though, are the ones that are more of an impression on me.” She admits that she refuses to be a woman who waits for a man to marry her and protect her with his wealth. She said she did not wish to be one of those “soft gals” nor be sitting with nothing one day or depend on a single person to give things to her.

And so, we come to the reason for this article. Two days ago, Miss Lydia Taylor had the foresight to become the first woman to purchase a large land tract of prime ranchlands. She now owns one of the largest areas and is currently leasing it out until she decides what will become of it, making it work for her even after purchase. Does she want to become a gentlewoman rancher? “Well, I used to farm [before coming to Lago] and when I finished with that, I vowed never to go back to that life. But ranching might be something to think about.”

Miss Taylor is leaving her options open with an eye to purchasing more land in the near future. It is good to see a young woman with an eye pointed forward, making a nest egg for herself and waiting on no single person to make her happiness with. The American Dream is alive and well and Miss Taylor is living it to the fullest.

Romeo and Juliet, A tribute to the Arts

September 26, 1867

By M. Estes

Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare's play about two lovers from houses long divided by ill-will and -- let us point out the truth of the matter -- long divided by hate, is disquietingly tragic. Lago's production, directed by Miss Sierra Lanford, did not disappoint.

The hero, Romeo, played by Mister Breed, was as filled with personal agony and grief as one could hope for. His expressions were from the heart, the Indian features of his birth enhancing the role, rather than detracting. Juliet was played by Miss Jasmine Timmerman whose youth and beauty successfully evoked the fragile but determined woman who poisoned herself to seek her lover. Miss Arianna Fulton's portrayal of the nurse evoked quiet laughter one moment and at the next, empathy of being caregiver to those taken from her much too early. The scenery, created by, the brothers Osterman, was exquisitely crafted, the costuming, from the talents of Miss Rebecca McQuinn and Nigel Thobro, beautiful.

Lago certain must claim to be not only one of the most populated towns in the Nebraska Territory, but also one that supports the arts.

Romeo and Juliet Tonight!

September 25, 1867

This evening will mark the second theatrical presentation of the Lago Theater of the Arts. Romeo and Juliet, a play by William Shakespeare will be acted by the Lago Theatrical Association, under the direction of Miss Sierra Lanford. It promises to be a lofty and wonderous play, with lovely costumes and scenery.

We invite one and all to attend at 8 o'clock. There will be special pre-dining at the Trail's End Hotel for those wishing a delectable dinner beforehand. As always, a portion of the proceeds will be donated to the St. Agatha School for Women. We look forward to your attendance.

Announcement

September 22, 1867

Colonel M.J. McCormick wishes to announce the forthcoming construction of a boarding house for women on Lower Second Street. The LAC will oversee the day to day running of the boarding house as well as supporting it's maintenance and operation through charitable fund raising

Miss Amethyst Donovan, President of the Lago Auxilliary Committee was quoted as saying "This project will aid all young women fresh to our area to acquire the needed skills necessary for gainful employment while providing them with a safe haven to reside in while seeking their futures in and around Lago. We are calling it the "St. Agatha School for Young Women" and we will have a variety of instructions for the women each week. With this wonderful donation of land by Colonel McCormick, we shall call the home the "McCormick Boarding House for Women".

"We will also pursue a renovation of Lower Second Street asking that those unsavory elements be removed and relocated to an area more suited to their clientele, creating a small Eden the length of the Second Street area. I wish to thank the Mayor for his willingness to aid the young women coming to our territory and hope to make this project worth while and successful."

Building shall begin immediately and it is hoped that it can be completed before the first snow falls. All questions should be directed to either Miss Amethyst Donovan or Colonel McCormick.

Grand Reopening

September 19, 1867

The management of the Grand Hotel cordially announces the grand re-opening of the newly renovated dining room, renamed the Teton room.

Lago Theatre of the Arts Presents Romeo and Juliet

September 18, 1867

Please be in attendance, this coming Saturday, Septemer 25 for the presentation of "Romeo and Juliet" by Miss Sierra Lanford and Mister Breed in the respective parts of Romeo and Juliet, with Miss Arianna Fulton taking the part of Juliet's nurse.
Seating will begin promptly at 8:00.

Defender of the Plains: A Discussion with Senaka of the Cheyenne

September 17, 1867

By M. Estes

Though many of our Cheyenne neighbors remain unknown to Lago, there is a brave of formidable personality, known to most of Lago -- Senaka of the Cheyenne. He's a tall, muscular man who looks a little different than the others. Some people will recognize him as that powerful man that rides the countryside, our mysterious Cheyenne wanderer. Others will recognize him from the half-breed incident, when he and one other came into town after the man known as "Breed" to exact honor for an Indian insult. This reporter, with Colonel McCormick as an interpreter, interviewed Senaka of the Cheyenne about relationships with the town, and found him to be a straight-forward man with values not that different from any good man in town.

When asked about his faith he said the great spirits are important, and the great one above looks over us. When asked what brings him happiness, Senaka replied, "The safety of the camp and the treaty with the town." I ask you, gentle readers, does any man that is right with God and the world feel different about his home, his ranch? His children? No.

This reporter wants to remind the town that the treaty allows for free trade, on the plains, between Lagoans and the Cheyenne. The Cheyenne are interested in items like brass kettles, cloth, items for cooking. They have to trade, in return they have to trade hides, pelts, furs, horses, stone and bone tools.

But we should be careful when trading with our Cheyenne neighbors. Senaka wisely reminds us all that when the Cheyenne cannot speak English and whites cannot speak Cheyenne it is easy to be misunderstood when people are holding rifles. Politeness is crucial. And of major importance, one should never go to the Cheyenne camp. Women and men have been taken captive before, and it could happen again.

While this reporter must confess she was a little afraid of the powerful Senaka, at the end of the interview she felt that he was, in essentials, like her brothers and her father and uncle -- looking out for the people who are in his care. If we but remember that one similarity between our peoples, perhaps the treaty will be the best event this part of Nebraska territory has known.

Darling Daylight Robbery

September 16, 1867

By J.E. Duniway

A daring daylight robbery occurred in the business of Mister Blue Castnada when, upon opening his door, he was confronted by one of the vicious robed men who have been terrorizing the viscinity. He carried with him a large bat which reads "Wife Beater" and was swathed in red robes, claiming to be the "Grand Mammoth" of the Ku Klux Klan. Mister Castnada was releived of some $150.00 and Miss Camille Garnet, who was in his company at the time, was left unharmed.
Anyone with information on the whereabouts of the "Grand Mammoth" are encouraged to report it to the Sheriff's office.

The Trail's End Offers An Invitation

September 15, 1867

During the renovation of the future Teton Room, we at the Trail's End would like to extend an invitation to those seeking a premiere dining experience. Our cook, Missus Mitsi Pincer is reknown for her down home cuisine as well as her luscious desserts. Her husband, Jacob imparts his knowledge at the bar area. The newly remodeled interior provides a gracious ambience which lends itself equally well to a romantic dinner to an after-poker drink.
Come and join our experienced staff for a professional and comfortable dining adventure.

Announcement

September 14, 1867

The dining room of the Grand Hotel will be closed on September 15 and 16 for remodeling. It will reopen at 7:00am on September 17th under the new name of "The Teton Room".

Lago Jewelery Open for Business

September 13, 1867

Mister Yosef Ablebaum is pleased to announce the reopening of the Lago Jewelers. He has recently arrived from New York and brings with him his expertise as a master gem-cutter. The hours of business will be 9 until 8, Sunday through dusk on Friday, reopening at dusk on Saturday.

Slaughter in the Farmlands

September 10, 1867

By Major J.E. Duniway, Editor

The devastation was horrific. Remains of what once were proud braves, lay scattered on the fertile landscape, their bodies pillaged of their valuables and left to wither in the autumn sun. Witnesses to the carnage say the Cheyenne fought for the lives and their lands against the interlopers, the Crow Indians. They fought with an eye towards the continuing survival and their rights to be on this land. Guns, shot in rapid succession, the powder obscuring the death and pain, until it drifted away on the calm breezes. Families, cowering terrified, as they watched these modern-day gladiators create a tableau of war for supremacy.

In the end, all that remain of the Crow are the scalped corpses; their horses - at least those which were unscathed in battle - rendered asunder nearby. They left them in heaps, without proper burial, for they were the interlopers, the uninvited guests who dared to invade the rich lands of the Nebraska territory. The Cheyenne gave as good as they got, only they had the advantage; a passion for this land and the zeal to keep it.

For now, the Crow concern has been removed. For now, we have only to be concerned about the price of corn and wheat, when the first snow fall will be. The Cheyenne, though, will scaffold their dead and mourn, and then celebrate their victory and be ever watchful for the next trespassers. They debilitated the Crow with much valor and success. Let us hope that they do not decide we are the subsequent intermeddlers.

Crow Indian Seen in Lago!

September 9, 1867

A single Crow warrior was seen on the streets of Lago last evening. Three members of the town, Miss Amethyst Donovan, Miss Lydia Taylor and Mister Steven Kenzington were inside the Trail's End, when a loud cry was heard out in the street. All three left the safety of the hotel and were stunned to see a most bold Indian riding on a horse, calling loudly in a strange manner, sounding similar to a war cry.

Miss Donovan observed, "He was a strong warrior. I daresay that our hearts were beating nearly out of our chests as he rode through town. He had a determined look on his face and pointed at me. He almost climbed off of his horse, but we moved back into the hotel and a scent of some kind scared him off, as he lifted his head and breathed deeply of the air."

If the Crow are emboldened to enter town, we must be ever watchful for them. Women, do not go outside alone. Do not allow your children to go unattended.

Crow Discovered Near Lago

September 8, 1867

By M. Estes & J.E. Duniway

An abandoned camp, belonging to either a War or Hunting party of Crow Indians (or O-e'-tun'-i-o as the Cheyenne call them), was recently discovered south of Lago's farms by Jeb Blair. The number of braves in the party is estimated at 20-30. The Crow Indians, who are very different than our Northern Cheyenne neighbors, are considered to be hostile, and more violent.

At the time of the Lewis and Clark expedition (1804) they dwelt chiefly on Bighorn river, locating them on the Yellowstone and the east side of the Rocky mountains; Drake (1834) on the south branch of the Yellowstone, in lat. 46º long. 105º. Ferdinand V. Hayden, M.D (1862) wrote: "The country usually inhabited by the Crows is in and near the Rocky mountains, along the sources of Powder, Wind, and Bighorn rivers, on the south side of the Yellowstone, as far as Laramie fork on the Platte river. They are also often found on the west and north side of that river, as far as the source of the Musselshell and as low down as the mouth of the Yellowstone."

During the summer of 1805 Francois Antoine Larocque, a clerk attached to the Upper Red River Department of the Compagnie du Nord-Ouest, visited the Crow and in his journal recorded much of interest respecting the manners of the people. "There are three principal tribes of them whose names in their own language are Apsarecha, Keetheresa and Ashcabcaber, and these tribes are again divided into many other small ones which at present consist but of a few people each, as they are the remainder of a numerous people who were reduced to their present number by the ravage of the Small Pox, which raged among them for many years successively and as late as three years ago. They told me they counted 2000 Lodges or tents in their Camp when all together before the Small Pox had infected them. At present their whole number consist of about 2400 persons dwelling in 300 tents and are able to raise 600 Warriors like the Sioux and Assiniboine. They wander about in Leather tents and remain where there are Buffaloes and Elks. After having remained a few days in one place so that game is not more so plentiful as it was they flit to another place where there are Buffalo or deer and so on all the year around. Since the great decrease of their numbers they generally dwell all together and flit at the same time and as long as it is possible for them to live when together they seldom part." The narrative continues: "They live upon Buffalo & Deer, a very few of them eat Bear or Beaver flesh, but when compelled by hunger; they eat no fish." The Crow were at that time in their primitive condition, "They have never had any traders with them, they get their battle Guns, ammunitions etc. from the Mandans."

The Crows have been described as extremely superstitious, very dissolute, and much given to unnatural practices; they are skilful horsemen, throwing themselves on one side in their attacks.
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Why are they here in Nebraska Territory? Colonel McCormick, speculating on why, suggested they were probably here to raid the Cheyenne, perhaps to take some horses and women. There is a long history of dislike between the two tribes who have fought over the same resources for numerous years.

But the townsfolk would do well to be careful, and not just of their horses. The people of Lago and the surrounding areas are also warned that the Crow are not above stealing white women, regardless of marital status and age.

How long are they here for? While no one can know for certain, it seems unlikely they will winter here since the Cheyenne would probably kill them. But if they leave before November, before the big snows, that makes their business here all the more pressing. We may not have long to wait to find out precisely why they are here.

Editor's Note:

The likelyhood of their wintering in this area undergoes a startling reconsideration after the findings that they are now constructing cabins for their habitation, rather than the tipi. And when the Cheyenne migrate to their winter home, will that leave Lago susceptable to the whims of this tribe, who are much bolder and less likely to involve themselves in any type of treaty with the white man? Only time will tell. - J.E.D.

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New Sheriff In Town

September 7, 1867

After much soul-searching, Mister Jeb Blair has relinquished his duties as Sheriff of Lago. We at the Gazette wish to thank the young man for his dedication and commitment to keeping the peace here in town. Major J.E. Duniway, at the behest and recommendation of the Mayor has stepped forward and accepted the post recently vacated by the young rancher. We look forward to the Major's contribution to the town and also that he will be more visible in the days and weeks to follow. Thank you, Mister Blair for your service and may you have much success on your endeavors.

Inside the Hibernia Stoneworks

September 6, 1867

by Major J.E. Duniway, Editor of the Lago Gazette

A revelation of minerals was discovered recently by Colonel M.J McCormick, leading philanthropist and disciple of the surrounding geology. Along with Miss Amethyst Donovan (an interesting name for someone throwing their lot into a mining company), they have formed the region's, nay the territory's largest mining undertaking, choosing the name of Hibernia Stoneworks as the moniker.

Hibernia is from the Roman name for Ireland and background information received by the Gazette is that both the Colonel and Miss Donovan hale from the Emerald Isle and so that would be a propitious name for the endeavor.

Col. McCormick is quoted as saying, "We have purchased the Lago Jeweler's which will sell and distribute the product which is mined. We are in the process of purchasing surrounding claims and plan to make Lago the largest mining project in the West, perhaps America."

It was asked, "What of more precious metals? Will those be mined as well?" His reply: "Silver, copper and gold, aren't enough I don't think to be profitable at this time. [We are going to confine ourselves to] Mineral and gravel extraction, I figure."

Also, it was noted that a rather large gravel pit was created recently north of Lago. What will that be used in conjunction with? The Colonel's reply: "The Gravel Pit is to pave over the streets with gravel for the winter, Maybe do some grading as well. If there was asphalt around, I'd pave the streets proper."

The Gazette wishes to extend a welcome to the new business, Hibernia Stoneworks and we also look forward to seeing the mined minerals up close at the Lago Jeweler's. It could be that this will place Lago on the maps for years to come as a premier mineral and mining area.

Horses Found

September 5, 1867

Two apparently ownerless horses have been discovered wandering Lago and its environs. If anyone has misplaced a horse, recently, feel free to contact the Breed, Foreman of the Diamond-D ranch.

Update: One horse is one owned by Washington - Silver, now the property of Mr. Harris. The second awaits someone from the Army to come and get it as it is a Cavalry horse.--Maj. Duniway, Owner - Gazette

Partnership Announced

September 5, 1867

By M. Estes

Colonel M.J. McCormick and Miss Amethyst Donovan wish to announce the formation of a new company, Hibernian Stoneworks which will include the development and mining of minerals in the area. Miss Donovan expects that, as a consequence, that the jewelry store on Upper Third Street will reopen soon.

US Army Loses Fight, and Horses!

Editorial

TK Roberts

Though the very fact that the US Cavalry posted in near Fort Bloodshed lost close to a hundred head of horses is disturbing to say the least. There are many more facets to the incident that should give readers pause.

First among these is how the odds were all in the favor of the men in blue. A full squad of nine men, lead by officers both commissioned, and otherwise, were unable to apprehend what has been counted as three or four of the Klan.

Next is the fact that two full squads, again led by officers, were unable to find such a large herd of animals, after the first squad was unable to stop their theft.

The members of the Klan themselves have much to boast about. Besides fighting twice or three times their number to a standstill, they have vanished into thin air with a large herd of horses. A magic trick that even the masters of slight of hand back east would be proud of. If second hand accounts of the event are true, they are a disciplined bunch, that show a cool under fire, and tenacity that their foes in the recent battle should take careful note of. If not to be better equip themselves should they meet again, then for an example to imitate and improve the rank of the cavalry that guard this region.

With the recent results of cavalry action, perhaps it is best that Mayor McCormick made a treaty with the Cheyenne. For if the Army cannot contain three or four motivated members of the Klan, then how can we count on them to protect out quiet town from much more numerous Cheyenne?

At time of printing there has been no word of the horses turning up. There had been no announcement from the Army concerning the theft, or whether they will try to replace the horses in other stock to the Cheyenne. If anyone can speak Cheyenne and has recently spoken to the Cheyenne, this office would be interested in printing their reaction the lost of the horses. Please contact Madeline Estes at the Lago Gazette.
Grand Reopening of the Trail's End Inn
Please join the Trail's End Inn, under the new ownership of Miss Amethyst Donovan. The Inn boasts more comfortable rooms and a dining room which reflects the best of what Lago offers. The staff of the Trail's End Inn wish to welcome you and make your stay one of comfort and pleasure. Join us soon.

Permit and Inspections

September 3, 1867

As of September 1 1867 all new constructions and buildings in the Township of Lago must go through a approval process with the County Commission.

The Township of Lago is, of course a six-mile-square of 36 sections with the Corner of High Main and Reed Road being the center with the Grand Hotel being in Section 22 and the rest of Lago, like the National Bank being in Section 15.

The south edge of the Township is at the driveway to the old Rose and Thorn Hotel.

This approved on September 2 1867 and Posted on September 3 1867.

Correction to the Story Below

August 31, 1867

By Colonel M.J. McCormick

The Indian Tribe in the region is the Northern Cheyenne. Not the Northern Nebraska Cheyenne. They are the Northern Cheyenne because of the bands of Cheyenne, they live the farthest North.

In addition, it is my understand that the Commander of the local Army garrison was shot and nearly killed by the Klansmen.

That is Klan as in the Ku Klux Klan by all reports. Clansmen offer the image of Scots or Irishmen throwing shenanigans with a lot of Whiskey/Whisky.

Lastly as Indian Agent for the Northern Cheyenne, I feel I must formally stress that the Feed the Indians Horses agreement was not a treaty, but something done to try to pacify them and it was not carried out or arranged with the Town. It came directly from The War Department and was arranged by men who had no idea what they were doing other than disposing of some old Confederate Horses. If the Cheyenne were going to be good, more horses and then cattle were going to be coming. It was arranged last fall and was to be carried out in February or March, but the Army did not get around to it until this August. And when I say Army, I don't mean the folks here but the Army back east who arranges such things"

Horses Vanish

August 31, 1867

By M. Estes

This past Sunday, nearly a hundred horses arrived by train, horses destined to feed the Northern Nebraska Cheyenne tribe as the Army's contribution to the treaty negotiated between the Indians and the town of Lago.

The problem was, once they were unloaded from the train to the Stock Yards three or four clansmen arrived and apparently waylaid the horses, which have still not, to this writer's knowledge, been recovered.

Gunshots were fired between the clansmen and the Army, to no avail, though sources close to the Gazette did say that one of the clansmen was shot in the arm.

Talk about town reveals some concern about the state of the treaty. Will the Cheyenne attack the army? Or, more importantly, will they keep the treaty at all?

Public Apology

August 29, 1867

To the town of Lago:

I have had course to read the inflamatory words written against Miss Estes in that appalling paper, The Tattler and wish to place a public apology in the Gazette regarding this discourse. I still have not found the culprit who is publishing this most vitriol publication, but I will make a concerted effort to track down the editor and put a halt to it being done in the name of the LAC, an organization which I am attempting to bring from a koffeeklatch and gossip session to a valuable entity for Lago. Visiting the doctor should be sacrosanct and a private matter between the patient and physician and not be bandied about for speculative fodder to the public domain.

Once again, on behalf of the LAC, I apologize if it is, indeed one of my women who is printing such words.

Most Sincerely,

Miss A. Donovan,

President of the Lago Auxilliary Committee

Announcement

August 26, 1867

Colonel McCormick wishes the reiterate the ban on all Army personnel to his establishment, the Scarlet Thread.

Additional Information Regarding the Peace Treaty

August 26, 1867

By M. Estes

This reporter has been informed that our Mayor, Colonel McCormick, was acted as the Indian Agent, would like the town to know that a successful treaty would not have been possible without the foresight of the Indian Chief Iron Hawk and the assistance of Major Duniway and Doctor Claussen.

Indians Enter Lago

August 25, 1867

by M. Estes

Last night the citizenry of Lago was venue to a surprise. Two Cheyenne warriors, on horseback, standing right in front of the Grand Hotel! Why were they there? Not to burn down the town, but to find a half-breed who insulted their dignity and then ran away.

This show in front of the Grand Hotel occurred not hours after Colonel Hughes of Fort Bloodshed came into the Gazette office to show a bow and arrow he'd exchanged with his sabre as a gesture of peace.

How can this be?

Good citizens of Lago, we have some fine reason to celebrate. Our own Mayor, Colonel McCormick, has negotiated a treaty with the Northern Band of the Cheyenne. The Treaty includes the following items:

1) The Cheyenne's rights to hunt buffalo and carry out their religion is not to be infringed upon.

2) The White Camp, as they know it, will not grow beyond the basic limits it already has in the near future.

3) The Army will provided horses to the Cheyenne.

4) The Cheyenne have the right to enter Lago for trading and the whites have the right to travel to the Cheyenne camps to trade and the Army shall not infringe upon their right to travel to and fro.

5) The Cheyenne will not raid the town, nor the ranches around Lago.

6) Since the Buffalo roam the farm lands they are not under the purview of the treaty. Fort Bloodshed also is not under the purview of the treaty.

While this is good news for Lago, everyone is urged, as always, to protect themselves and their loved ones.

Having trouble with your locks?

Mister J.Sullivan has taken the Locksmith's shop, located above the General Store. He is now open for business and is pleased to provide the following services:

Replace a standard lock for .50
Replace a sturdy lock for 1 dollars
Repair locks that are not beyond repair (price depends on the degree of damage)
Install window bars for 5 dollars
Copy Keys for .10
Locks whose keys have been lost can be opened for .25.

Mayorial Decree

August 22, 1867

As of this date, no Army Personnel will be allowed entrance to the Scarlet Thread, by mandate of Colonel M.J. McCormick.

Theater Opening Resounding Success

August 21, 1867

The people of the Lago area were treated to their first theatrical performance at the new Lago Theater of the Arts last evening and it was most successful. The theater's decor was tasteful without being gaudy and Miss Lanford's interpretation of the Greek tragedy "Antigone" was one of the best seen this side of the Mississippi. Each mark hit with the precision of an archer's arrow.
The after party was replete with tasty morsels and drinks. All told, the opening raised nearly $150, the full amount going for charitable contributions. Miss Sierra Lanford successfully managed the play with the finesse and experience of a seasoned performer and we were very lucky to be able to see the fruits. A special thanks goes to Miss Amethyst Donovan for her contribution of the most-needed theater to our area. The citizens will be the blessed recipients of future plays and concerts for the edification of culture between the two of these women and their efforts. A rousing "Brava!" to the most accomplished actress, Miss Sierra Lanford and the generosity of the benefactress, Miss Donovan.

Horse Thieves Hit Flying V Ranch

August 19, 1867

by M. Estes

Last night five horses, all with the Flying V brand, where stolen from the ranch's stables. Senor Carlos de la Vega, owner of the ranch, said they must have been taken somewhere between 8pm and 5am that morning. The stables had been compromised by a picked lock.

At least some people suspect Klan involvement. Our own Judge Bean had this to say about it, "If it was the Klan, it's a bunch of cornsuckin' sister lovin' Rebs who didn't get their asses handed to them hard enough in the War."

Anyone with information about the stolen horses or the thieves please contact Sheriff Jeb Blair or Marhsall Silas Yeager.

Invitation to an Opening

August 18, 1867

The Lago Theatre of the Arts would like to invite you to its opening with a performance of "Antigone", a Greek play written by Sophocles. "Antigone" is about two sisters, Antigone and Ismene, who are nieces of King Creon. However, Antigone breaks a law set forth by King Creon in order to do what she finds morally right. Find out what happens to the two sisters as a result of Antigone's actions! After the performance, the cast wishes to invite you to refreshments and drinks, which will be served at the Trail's End.

Public Apology to the People of Lago

I wish to apologize to the people of Lago for bringing to the public light that which should have remained private. It was ungentlemanly of me and most dishonorable and for that I apologize most profusely.

\Benjamin Claussen

Public Apology to Doctor Claussen

By M. Estes

I am writing this letter to the Gazette so that the entire town of Lago will know that I apologize to Doctor Claussen for any pain I caused him. I have no excuse to offer other than wishing to amend past scars. He is certainly one of the best men of our town, one of the best men I have ever known, and one of the last men I'd ever choose to hurt. The burden of these pains rest entirely on my shoulders, for I only succeeded in making his life worse. He deserves so much more, even in his friends. Again, my sincerest apologies for my ill-judged, ill-thought-out actions.

President Suspends Staton!

15 August 1867

by M. Estes

This last March of 1867 the United States Congress passed the Tenure of Office Act. While President Johnson vetoed it, the Congress, without debate, came together to override it. In the House of Representatives it was 29 yeas to 9 nays. In the Senate it was 111 yeas to 38 nays.

The purpose of this act is to prevent the president from removing government officers, even cabinet members, without advice from the Senate.

And now, just this month, August 12th, 1867, while Congress was adjourned, the President has suspended Edwin Stanton, who is vehemently opposed to Johnson’s lenient Reconstruction policies, and consequently has recently worked with Republican Congressmen to implement Radical Reconstruction in the South.

Even in the Nebraska Territory we'll be reading about the renewed rumblings of a possible impeachment.

Dishonesty is the Crux of the Matter

I never thought I would be writing, but here it is. Just this week, Miss Madeline Estes professed her love to me, only to recant it upon the Colonel's return. I wanted to warn the people of Lago that anything which comes from this woman's mouth is to be distrusted and not believed. Here is her letter in it's entirety, keeping in mind, just yesterday, she pledged her love to me and her wish to be married. Never again, will I be made a fool of by this woman:

"My dear Doctor Claussen,
I would have waited to speak to you in person, but you are such a close friend, and the nature of the matter is so important that I feel you should know this nearest concern of mine immediately. It turns out I have been informally, secretly, engaged to Colonel McCormick for several weeks, and that he loves me. I ask that you keep this news to yourself, of course. But he knows that I am writing to you. You will not be surprised to hear that when I realized my error in assuming that I wasn't engaged and that the Colonel himself had serious feelings for me, that I could not express other concerns and feelings that I had. Afterall, no clock runs backwards, as we have discussed in the recent past.

I must again express my regrets for the grave mistakes we have made together. And I can only suppose that we have both learned a hard lesson about the shape of our lives, and others. I am full of thinking about how not only have we impacted our own lives by our inability to communicate, but others, such as the Colonel's. I hope to speak to you soon in person,

Your friend,

Madeline"

Have a wonderful life, you traitorous woman. And thank you, Colonel, for your desire to possess everything at the expense of those who may have cared for you. At least the woman at the Scarlet Thread are honest about their feelings.

Benjamin Claussen

Bear Sighted in Lago

August 14, 1867

M. Estes

During the hot afternoon of August 13, a distant roar awakened the citizenry of downtown Lago. This reporter, along with Miss Ame Donovan, were standing in the lobby of the Grand Hotel, we I saw a large, brown furry mass run down main street at the speed of a freight train!

Several others were witness to the event as well. Mister Arnold Smith is quoted as saying, "It was a lucky thing he ran like the wind, otherwise there sure might have been some broken glass or dead horses!" His wife, Bess, said, "And he stunk clear to heaven, too!"

Sure enough, this morning, Sheriff Blair discovered the remains of Miss Camille Garnet's horse by Willow Falls, quoth the Sheriff, "With a bite out of him."

It's only August, but fall is just around the corner. Let's hope more bears don't follow in the footsteps of this one into town!

Library Opens!

August 11, 1867

By M. Estes

This Thursday, the Lago Library opens it doors to the public. Hours will be 9am to 6pm daily. Some books can be borrowed for up to two weeks by speaking to the librarian.

Lago would like to thank the Mayor, Colonel MJ McCormick for all his time, effort, and money, to make the library in Lago possible.
Lago Theater of the Arts to Open Next Week!
August 10, 1867
The new Lago Theater of the Arts on Third Street will open it's doors next Friday! Miss Amethyst Donovan has announced the proceeds from the performance will go to charity. Miss Sierra Lanford has graciously accepted the postion of Theater manger.
Miss Lanford will be announcing the entertainment for the evening and any forthcoming announcements regarding future performances.

LAC Announcement

I, Angelina de la Vega, with sad heart do wish to notify the public that I must step down as President of the LAC. I do hope that the ladies will accept in my place Miss Amethyst Donovan as my replacement. I hope still to be involved and active in the group. I just do not feel I can devote the time and attention that being President calls for.

Sincerely, Angelina de la Vega

Clan Targets Lone Women!

August 5, 1867

A most horrific occurance was endured by Missus Angelina de la Vega and her housekeeper, Missus Reynolds as two Clanmen, garbed in their most terrifying white gowns, broke into the Flying V Ranch, looting and pilfering from the lone women. Taken were two horses (recently recovered), two of her beloved husband's swords, fifty dollars and the dearest momento, her wedding ring.

Judge Bean has issued a reward for the wedding ring in the amount of $150, with no questions asked. The women are resting comfortably at this time, from their most traumatic experience.

Death of El Pollo

August 4, 1867

By M. Estes

Tonight, August 3rd, an explosion of gun fire rocked the top floor of the Grand Hotel. El Pollo, having successfully broken into the Grand Hotel came through the wall into Colonel McCormick's suite, guns blazing.

The gunman managed five shots, gravely injuring the Colonel who defended himself, and Miss Ame Donovan who was there for a meeting regarding the Trail's End Saloon, with a shotgun and seven shots from a Winchester.

The following is an excerpt from an interview with the Colonel.

Colonel McCormick: I was having a meeting with Miss Donovan about the Trail's End when I heard a scratching sound. Then a hole in the wall with a load of dust and a large angry Mexican appeared.

M. Estes: It didn't explode, it just ...appeared?

Colonel McCormick: There was a boom and cloud and him. You don't hear it as much as feel it.

M. Estes: How do you think he accomplished this?

Colonel McCormick: Gunpowder, nitro, big axe?

M. Estes: What happened next?

Colonel McCormick: Well, explosions happen that way. It was little so it might have been as little as a vial of nitro.

M. Estes: He was shooting right away?

Colonel McCormick: He was a little off balance, the red head was on my lap, an arm under her, I pushed her down, and started to shoot.

M. Estes: You used a shot gun?

Colonel McCormick: Two shots. Right and left. I missed him once I think.

M. Estes: But even taking a single shot from a shot gun is difficult to live through, non? Is it remarkable he did?

Colonel McCormick: Well, shot scatters. So I don't know how many pellets hit him.

M. Estes: What happened next?

Colonel McCormick: I used my shotgun up, dropped it, got on the floor and grabbed a rifle. With his...fourth shot he got me in the leg. After his fifth the gun was either empty or misfired.

Colonel McCormick: Then Miss Donovan was screaming and I shot El Pollo again, he fell. I shot him in the groin to be accurate. Someone along time ago told me something and I live by that.

M. Estes: What did he tell you?

Colonel McCormick: If you shoot someone in self defense, shoot until you see brains. So I stood up, worked the rifle's action and shoot him three more times.

The upper floor of the Grand Hotel will no doubt take some time to clean and repair. The Colonel is recovering at home. Miss Ame Donovan was shaken, but unharmed.

So many of our townspeople have been wounded, our doctors over-subscribed that they deserve all our thanks for their service to the community. And the Colonel and deserves our thanks, too, for eradicating the town of another madman.

May 11, 1867, 19:59:54