New Lawyer in Town

December 29, 1868

Should anyone have need for litigation, creation of wills, trusts, contracts, mortgages, titles, or leases, please contact Miss MacBride. We, at the Gazette, offer our congratulations on her new journey and her steadfastness in achieving this most prestigeous goal. Miss MacBride is now Lago's and perhaps Wyoming's first female lawyer.

Need a Horse?

December 29, 1868

Annabelle Chandler: Manager and Caretaker

Travis Walker: Bronc Stomper Extraordinaire

Gunshots and Cheyenne in Lago

December 28, 1868

Doctor Phineas Pitter was called to minister to the three men, aided by Mister Blair, Missus Flanna Reynolds and Miss Arianna Fulton. Mister MacKenzie, it was intimated, sustained a potentially detrimental wound. Doctor Pitter treated the men, who are resting from the woundings. Senaka was taken to the jail where he lays, incarcerated until he is tried for the murders of the women of the town.

Miss Fulton Returned to Town

December 26, 1868

Woman Kidnapped by Cheyenne

December 21, 1868

Miss Amethyst Donovan had this to say, "I warned her...but evidently her affections for the man in question overcame her good sense and this is the result. I have contacted the Sheriff, the Judge and the Mayor and I will do all in my power to seek the release of Miss Fulton."

If anyone has further information regarding this plight, please do not hesitate to seek out Mister Derbyshire at the Lago Gazette.

Town Meeting Tomorrow Evening

December 11, 1868

Chapter Two of A Serialized Tale of Adventure

by Morgan Lake

November 28, 1868

Greenhaven Theater

If you remember from our last chapter young Jack McGuffey had found his way to Greenhaven, Missouri, home of Dr. Daniel McGuffey his uncle. His uncle, and his wife were well known in town, and Jack had little trouble getting directions to his uncle’s home, and office. Home and office occupied the same building, near the center of town. The location was idea being directly opposite the street from the jail. It was centered between the two extremes in town. The saloons, and gambling houses being situated on one end, and the finer hotels, and nicer places of business being on the other. Thus no patient had to endure the discomfort of passing through the wrong side of town to avail themselves of medical care. Of course the same was true for those that were customers of the town sheriff directly across the street.

Letters from both his mother, and grandparents forecast Jack’s arrival. Needless to say he was met with great enthusiasm by his aunt and uncle. They were delighted to have the young man come to stay, and wasted no time in making him feel at home. After a few days Jack was accepted into the community. His last name was good enough to secure him work as a clerk at the general store, and his uncle saw to it that his education continued from where it left off from his school back home. It wasn’t long after that when young Jack saw the fliers posted around town for a play. After receiving permission from his uncle, he took a bit of his wages from the store, and proceeded to the theater in Greenhaven. Now the theater in Greenhaven was one of the places were the two different sides of towns tolerated each other long enough to take in a show.

It wasn’t often that shows were presented, and most didn’t appeal to one side or the other, but occasionally one would come through that drew crowds from both sides of town as it were. Thus Jack found himself with a small seat in the larger mixing pot. Cowboy’s, farmers, business owners, ranchers, visitors from back east, and anyone in between were there with him waiting for the curtain to rise on the next act. To Jack’s uneasy surprise, the play wasn’t what he expected when he put his money down for the seat. It seemed that it was more about a love lorn woman losing a disreputable man and it didn’t take long for Jack to tire of the production, and make his way to the nearest exit. Just as he was stepping outside, he was nearly run over by one of rougher citizens of Greenhaven, a ranch hand known for his temper, especially when the man was in his cups.

Gus Tackett, liked to drink rye, and liked even more throw his weight around. When the two were combined, he had been known to be a fairly regular customer with the sheriff. Tackett was not only drunk he was perturbed at having to pay full price for a seat when the show had already started. Upon stumbling over the lad the ranch hand barked at him. After several slurred curse words, told Jack, “You jest watch yerself boy! Next time you trip me up I’ll horse whip you!” Jack replied, “You ran over me. If you weren’t drunk you’d have made it fine.” This didn’t sit well with the older man, who launched into a fresh streak of cussing, loud and coarse enough to make both faces turn red, one from the effort the other from anger. Jack wasn’t accustomed to such language, but had heard enough words, and possessed enough courage to spit back an insult at the drunk Tackett. This infuriated the older man, and his hand fumbled once or twice, but finally pulled his pistol that he wore outside his pants in a holster. Gus Tackett’s face was crimson with rage, and drink, as he lifted the firearm up. The sight of the gun frightened the young man, but he stood his ground, and watched as if hypnotized as the deadly object rose to his eye level, the muzzle like a railway tunnel pointed directly at his face.

What can Jack do unarmed against the bully Gus Tackett? Is this a short story? Are his minutes left on earth now numbered? Next chapter will hold the answers.

Carpentry Under New Ownership

November 23, 1868

There is No Safety

November 21, 1868

Lydia Taylor, Townsperson of Lago

Head West Young Man

A Serialized Tale of Adventure by Morgan Lake

November 19, 1868

Prologue

A wise man once said that the winners write history. There is no more convincing evidence than the tales that follows. The mark a man leaves on the world isn’t usually understood or even decided until he has long passed from its path. Hero, or crook, in this world, is sometimes different sides of the same coin. If that coin is flipped up in the air, spinning around, and around, it has an equal chance to land on heads, as it is to land on tails.

So too does one’s impression of a man’s character. Too often snap decisions are made in a moment of bad timing. A man may lead his whole life showing his true face to the masses, only to have fate show him differently as the coin turns up tails.  It is too great a responsibility for one man to decide the mark of another, and brand him as good or evil. Nay, I will leave it to you gentle readers to keep your own council, and decide for yourself if the stories, and anecdotes that follow are the tracks of one that followed the straight and narrow road of righteousness, or trod the twisted lane of treachery and selfishness. I put it to you dear reader that the road we all follow is neither straight nor twisted, but the gentle curving path that is our own lives.

Beyond that, these stories I’ve written down have no real purpose other than to entertain. If these written words have no other effect than to fill up a few fleeting moments of your time, and if that time has been spent pleasantly enough in your opinion, then I will consider their appointing to paper a grand success.

Chapter One

Head West Young Man

These United States of ours have always, even from their discovery, been a melting pot of cultures, and diversity. It should be no surprise that, with the expansion of the population westward things get stirred as fast as Mississippi river water churned up during a riverboat race. And as fate would have it, that is where our story begins. Stepping off just such a boat, and walking the scant mile or so to the little Missouri town of Greenhaven is the focus of our tales a one Jack McGuffey.

Before we get to the faster moving parts of Jack’s adventure a little background would be in order. Jack was a fair looking lad, all of sixteen winters old. Now depending on where you travel that is considered man, while back east in that small town near the tobacco fields he’s considered not much more than a boy. At any rate Jack wasn’t much more than six feet tall. His hair was the color of walnut wood. His green eyes were bright with interest as he walked along with ladies wearing the finest back east fashions, and boatmen covered to their hips in mud from the landing.

Life for him had been uneventful for the most part. Growing up in a small town most folks knew his family to be honest folk, hard workers. His father’s parents still owned farmland nearby that town, and while that family wasn’t rich by any day’s standards, Jack never wanted for anything that mattered. Jack attended school in the town, while his father worked the blacksmith trade, and his mother kept up the family home. All seemed idyllic, until the day his father lost his life, a wagon his was working on collapsed, and broke the poor man’s back. He held on for several days, but it was of no use.

Several months after his death, his mother still being of child bearing age, and owning a now vacant business, had several suitors. She agreed to marry one of them, too soon for Jack it seems. He, and the suitor managed to have more than a few harsh words between them. Jack was stuck somewhere between rage, and sorrow the day his mother broke the news of the impending wedding. After confiding with his grandparents, he seemed to be in a better frame of mind. They had given the young man a capital ideal.

His father’s brother, his uncle was a doctor in Missouri, and had no children of his own. This was a chance for Jack to travel a bit, see some of the world, and learn something besides. He put the idea to his mother. She agreed after some reluctance. He was still her boy after all. Between his Grandparents, and his mother he was given enough money that he wasn’t going to have to walk to Missouri.

And after a few weeks of traveling, he was back where we will leave him, walking toward Greenhaven, excited, wondering, with the entire world before him.

Next week, the tale continues with "The Greenhaven Theater"

Employment Opening

November 15, 1868

Trail's End Reopens

November 15, 1868

Matrimonial Congratulations

November 15, 1868

Scalp Bounty!

November 14, 1868

Gypsy Carter, Lago Gunsmith

Under New Ownership

November 14, 1868

The Buffalo Rose would like to introduce Miss Victoria James as their new owner. She has plans to make small changes to the establishment, but the business will remain open during this time. She would like to express her warm greetings to any who are interested in coming in for entertainment and an enjoyable evening.

Miss James would also like to announce that she has hired a musician, by the name of Charlie Fenningworth, to play for her customers. He will be playing the Guitar as well as the Piano upon request in the main room for any to come and enjoy.  

Defense Attorney Needed

November 13, 1868

The Blood is On Our Hands

November 13, 1868

By J.E. Duniway, Editor

Update:

Miss Miriam Cransky, recently from Denver, was the lone survivor of the Indian massacre in the McCormick Boarding House. She is, of course emotionally scathed from the incident. As she described the horror, she recited what she was bid to reiterate to Lago from the attacking Cheyenne, "Your blue coat army killers can't save your women. Leave our lands."

Her wounds were tended to and after being proclaimed well enough to travel, was provided a ticket to return near to her home.

Notice of Arrest

November 13, 1868

Rabbits and Bloody Hand Prints

November 12, 1868

by J.E. Duniway

Since the actions are similar to those committed to Mister Harris' Pawn Brokerage and the killing of a beloved pet, we must deduce that the same culprit who perpetrated the theft, break in and extermination of one said, rabbit by the name of "Mister Snuggles". It was our understanding that the Cavalry was taking precautions to prevent the miscreant Cheyenne from reentering our town, however several of the men were seen dining in the Grand Hotel while whomever rampaged through the town did so with great stealth. We will report more as it becomes known.

Banns To Be Read

November 11, 1868

There will be a public announcement from the pulpit that the marriage will take place between the two at a specified time.

The purpose is to allow anyone coming to the wedding to raise any legal impediment to it—such an impediment might be a prior marriage (or pre-contract or betrothal, those being legally the same as a marriage), or a vow of celibacy, or the couple's being related within the prohibited degree of kinship, or lack of consent—to prevent marriages that are legally invalid, either under canon law or under civil law.

The officiating clergyman is entitled to demand seven day's notice of the intended publication, with the names of the parties, place of abode, and the time they have lived there. The banns or license are valid for a period of three months only.

An Open Letter To the Gazette

November 11, 1868

Sincerely,

Major Klaus Hollenstein, CO, Fort Bloodworth

Ulysses S. Grant to Become Eighteneeth President of the United States

November 6, 1868

Born in 1822, Grant was the son of an Ohio tanner. He went to West Point rather against his will and graduated in the middle of his class. In the Mexican War he fought under Gen. Zachary Taylor.

At the outbreak of the Civil War, Grant was working in his father's leather store in Galena, Illinois. He was appointed by the Governor to command an unruly volunteer regiment. Grant whipped it into shape and by September 1861 he had risen to the rank of brigadier general of volunteers.
He sought to win control of the Mississippi Valley. In February 1862 he took Fort Henry and attacked Fort Donelson. When the Confederate commander asked for terms, Grant replied, "No terms except an unconditional and immediate surrender can be accepted." The Confederates surrendered, and President Lincoln promoted Grant to major general of volunteers.

At Shiloh in April, Grant fought one of the bloodiest battles in the West and came out less well. President Lincoln fended off demands for his removal by saying, "I can't spare this man--he fights."

For his next major objective, Grant maneuvered and fought skillfully to win Vicksburg, the key city on the Mississippi, and thus cut the Confederacy in two. Then he broke the Confederate hold on Chattanooga.

Lincoln appointed him General-in-Chief in March 1864. Grant directed Sherman to drive through the South while he himself, with the Army of the Potomac, pinned down Gen. Robert E. Lee's Army of Northern Virginia.

Finally, on April 9, 1865, at Appomattox Court House, Lee surrendered. Grant wrote out magnanimous terms of surrender that would prevent treason trials.

Annulment Granted

November 3, 1868

Horror in the Trail's End

By. J.E. Duniway, Editor

November 2, 1868

The War band leader, Black Cloud, another Band leader and the infamous Senaka made their way into town, along with their warriors, bent on the destruction of all in their path and they chose the most susceptible of places to accomplish their goal. Most of the women of the town had congregated in the Trail's End that evening for an impromptu dinner/tea when word of Senaka's threat was revealed. It was about that same time when the insurgents rode into town, the streets filling with terror at the sight of hundreds of Indians.

The exchange of bullets commenced without preamble, the Cheyenne hell-bent on leaving as many dead in their wake as possible. The first to take the bullets was Mister Harris, along with his men, who tried to protect the women inside, which included Miss Amethyst Donovan, Miss Camille Garnet (Mister Harris' affianced), Miss Sabrina MacBride and Missus Flanna Reynolds. The women strove to cover themselves as best as possible, but they were no match for the lead of the bullets as they whizzed about them, indiscriminately striking anything and everything in their path. Harris tried, as best he could, to protect them, as did Colonel McCormick who had decided advantage from the roof of the courthouse, both having heard of Senaka's braggadocio earlier.

Their assault seemed unending as the ammunition rained in upon those gathered in the beleaguered hotel, the scene of previous altercations between malcontented ruffians. But Mister Harris was no match for the barrage of death which hailed about him and succumbed to his wounds, laying prone on the floor as the ranch hands and farmers rallied in their attempt to save the womenfolk. Even as the women attempted to protect themselves by any means, throwing tables before them, darting behind the bar, in the end it was futile as the shots became a seemingly never-ending deluge about them. Miss MacBride was striken, just a flesh wound, by the grace of God, however others were not as fortunate. Miss Donovan was pummelled by a rain of munition which shattered the table and pierced her flesh unmercifully. It is unknown as to her condition at this time, though she was seen recently under the doctor's care.

Finally, there was silence until a sub chief and his men left the hotel, but not alone as they captured two women, Miss Garnet and and Missus Reynolds prior to their flight. However, the Indians also sustained many casualties. Bodies of the terrorists lay strewn on the ground, believing they had lost their lives in a most honorable of altercations. The Indian Senaka also lay wounded on the ground, but it was soon noted that there is no honor among tribesmen as Black Cloud and Slobbering Calf made their escape, each with a woman bound across the backs of their horses.

Mayor Colonel McCormick was shot repeatedly in the legs in his efforts to prevent harm from coming to the townspeople, but in the end, the Cheyenne accomplished their foul goal. Two diners, Mister and Missus Simeon Glood, who were passing through the town on their way to San Francisco lost their lives. Jacob Pincer was severely wounded, Miss Donovan was mere inches from death, Miss Garnet was shot and abused as was Missus Reynolds. Mister Harris sustained life-threatening wounds and several hands were slaughtered in the hostilities.

Miss Donovan has sent word that the hotel and restaurant are closed indefinitely. It is understandable as it would be nearly impossible to dine comfortably in an establishment which was the scene of such unmitigated bloodshed and horror. She wishes to bid any who were staying at the Trail's End to seek comfort at the Grand Hotel, of which she will pay the bill.

While Lago attempts to succor their wounds, every effort will be made to retrieve the women from the Cheyenne. Our hearts and prayers are with those who lost their lives and were monstrously wounded. How it came to be thus, the formerly peaceful Cheyenne Indians killing any and all, is incomprehensible to many. What was it which turned them against a town who, formerly, had fed and offered them camaraderie? We, as a town, are in a state of remorse, anger and vengeance. Our best and brightest have been killed or wounded. Was this because of Major Hunt and his boast of the slaughter of Southern Cheyenne in Colorado, who is no longer around, but in Washington burying his own dead? The new Commanding Officer of Fort Bloodworth, Captain Klaus Hollenstein, is ready and willing to do what is necessary to prevent further unrelenting slaughter of the town to continue. When will it end? And who's lives with be fodder for the escalating animosity of the Cheyenne against the Whites of Lago?

Indian Attacks Townsmen

October 31, 1868

MacIntyre finished her off so she could no longer harm another townsperson and then had the Chinamen take her body to the plains. It is being recommended that no one venture beyond the confines of the town and to be armed in town.

Murder of a Gentlewoman

October 30, 1868

by J.E. Duniway, Editor

I shall have nightmares for all my days of her small hands clutching at my arms as her soul passed from her ravaged body. That anyone could have endured this diabolical death is inconceivable. Miss Bourne was associated to the Colonel only by employment, yet it is shown that the Cheyenne do not care who they kill in their bloodlust. When in the name of the Almighty has Senaka wrought with his desire to instill hatred of the whites in his tribe, who have long since been without a rudder since the arrest and incarceration of their Chief Iron Hawk?

Miss Maj Bourne, of the Circle M Ranch was the least deserving of the death she endured. If it is war that the red men wish, then it is war they have.

Advertisement

October 28, 1868

Declaration of War Upon the Cheyenne

October 26, 1868

The Passing of Mister Ablebaum

October 25, 1868

Announcement For the Protection of the Town

October 21, 1868

Major R. Hunt, Fort Bloodworth

Vigilantes and the Law

October 15, 1868

Vigilanties will be punished if they go out of thier way to attempt to "enforce" laws. The fines start at 15 dollars and triple with each offense. The Vigilante Prevention Ruling - Judge Bean and the County Commission have started a Licensing system on 10.8.1865 to try and crack down on the number of "Bodyguards" or "Security Guards" in Lago. In the opinion of the County Elders these "guards" are nothing more than vigilanties.

Therefore after the 8th of October 1865 there was a 250 dollar licence issued to a place of business for each and every "guard" it employs. Either the Sheriff or the Judge can decide if the Business violates this law, and since it is a license there is not appeal. The License does however allow the "Guards" to wear a Lago Vigilante badge that must be visable at all times and to carry a long gun.

Revelations and Warnings

October 12, 1868

by J.E. Duniway, Editor/Owner of the Lago Gazette

The Grand Hotel is Still Open!

October 12, 1868

Pronouncement of Change

October 9, 1868

In the future, we will operating in conjunction with the townspeople, ranchers and farmers of the regions until our role is clarified in regards to the Fort Laramie Treaty of 1868. Until that Treaty is ratified or rejected we will serve in the Territory and defeat the Northern Cheyenne.

Signed, Major R. Hunt, Commander Fort Bloodworth

In Memory of Those Departed

October 9, 1868

by Reverend John Alderman

Reward For the Scalp of Senaka!

October 9, 1868

Massacre On the Streets of Lago

October 9, 1868

By J.E. Duniway

Updates:

The dead include, Cpl O'Toole, Pvts Hyde, Lynch, Altdorf, Brill, Heckel, Haussman The cowboys were Haas and McDonald. Both from Circle-M ranch. The unfortunate couple who met their fate at the Indian's hand were The William Weavers. Our offer our condolences to the family of both William and Patricia.

It has also been revealed that Missus Cheyenna McCormick was present in the Presidential Suite, escaping death by hiding in the large walk-in closet, after having placed several large items of furniture in front of the nearest wall to the outside.

Ban the Fort

October 8, 1868

Gypsy Carter, Owner Carter Gunsmith

LAC Meeting Called

October 6, 1868

Miss Amethyst Donovan, President, Lago Auxiliary Committee

The Heat and Iron of Progress

An Advertisement

October 4, 1868

Feel free to stop by for all of your metal-working needs. From wheel rims and horse shoes to ten penny nails and broken pails, Mister Uderson will greet you with a ready smile and a "Ja sure!"

Bad English

An Advertisement

October 1, 1868

"She took a walk with Edith and I" Would the speaker say, "She went with I"? How do the intermediate words alter the principle construction? I should not note either this error or the last were it not that I have heard both from the lips of highly-educated persons who ought to have known a great deal better.

A favorite style at present is: "This plant will grow, don't you think?" Would it not be more correct, as well as elegant to say: "Do you think this plant will grow?"

The horrible adverb betweeen the infinituve and verb continues to vex the souls of all lovers of syntax: "To distinctly speak," "To carefully notice," etc.

Another most awkward combination, much in favor, is: "The death is announced of General Smith." My linguistic instructor, some time ago instructed us to write someone and anyone and now he sends us a hyphenless today and tomorrow.

What shall we shudder at next? Some prose writers are making us shudder by such inelegancies as "He asked me could I do it," "I wonder did he mean it." We should like to hear them parsed.

Lastly, what do we mean by styling every mortal event a function? We used to hear of the functions of a clergyman, an officer or a minister of state; but until the last few years we never dreamed of one's evening party being a function or applying such a title to a concert. Is it not rather absurd and also a distinct loss as regards the old sense, for which we seem to no other word equally expressive?

To broaden your vocabulary and to perfect your diction, Mister John Derbyshire is taking students for linguistic and diction training. Please visit him at the Lago Gazette on High Main.

Up-To-Date-Photographs

An Advertisement

October 1, 1868

Now the subject's "possibilities" are studied in detail. Nothing is left to accident. The fashionable woman carries her vatious gowns to the studio with her and tries them on, each in turn, that the artist may decide which suits her best. She pays upwards to $25 for the photographs. Her hair is arranged by skillful hands in different ways, that a style of coiffure may be chosen which will be appropriate, not only to the contour of her face and head, but to the environment of the picture. The subject's hands and arms are criticized, likewise her throat and neck, to see whether a severe high costume or an evening gown shall be used. The topics of backgrounds are discussed. All of these photographs are taken full length.

Maybe the subject will pose as a dame of the First Empire, with skimpy satin gown, elaborate coiffure, jeweled girdle fan and inaigrette. Perhaps she stands, half turned about, and her pure profile deftly brought out on a dark velvet curtain. All women, however, would not as charming in such a position. The artist, Miss Agatha Ablebaum, knows whom and what scene to choose and then the subject will wonder at her own beauty when she sees her picture.

Please visit Miss Ablebaum at her studio on Second Street to create a truly memorable moment in time for your loved ones.

Major Hunt's Man Continues Agitating

September 29, 1868

by J.E. Duniway, Editor/Publisher

Little is known about the altercation, however it ended with many gun shots, the scout riddled with bullets, but Mister Blair gunned down, nearly to death. Somehow, the former Sheriff made it to the doctor's where he collapsed from blood loss and the pain of being routed by a man bent on mischief. The Deputy was treated and released from the single wound, however, Mister Blair remains under the doctor's care, five bullets pulled from him.

We wonder how long this campaign will continue and to what end? Until the whole of Lago is vanquished? Or until the government promotes Major Hunt on a job well done and sends him to his next post. We hope the latter will occur quickly before the former takes place.

Citizens of Lago and her Environs

September 27, 1868

Tant Que Je Puis

September 27, 1868

by Major J.E. Duniway, Editor/Publisher

Announcement From the LAC

September 27, 1868

Sioux Uprising: The Battle of New Ulm, Continued

September 23, 1868

We thank the diligence of Miss Maureen Russo, writing for the Chronicle for posing such a prescient report of the frightening occurrances which happened in New Ulm. Again, the Colonel and myself are working diligently to make certain that the incidents which happened in our sister state will never recur here, whether the enemy to our comfort be Sioux or Cheyenne. The one thing this should teach us to be observant and prepared. Store up food stuffs, weapons and ammunition. Make ready wagons, ready to take flight if we are not successful, for the wellbeing of our people is ever in the forethought. May the above scenario never be played out in Lago, but should the worst develop, never let it be said that we were not ready.

Major J.E. Duniway - Owner/Editor of the Lago Gazette

Sioux Uprising: The Battle of New Ulm

September 17, 1868

More to come in the next edition of the Lago Gazette

This was an account from the Chronicle by a Miss Maureen Russo, but the fear is that it could just as easily happen here, should the Sioux be allowed free reign to our homes. The Colonel and myself are working tirelessly to make sure that this does not happen to our town, farms or ranches. It is my hope that we can band together and never have to experience what our neighbors in New Ulm have had to endure. Patience is the word of the hour and a steadfastness that our town and homes will survive without altercation from either the Sioux or the Cheyenne. Here is our call for temperance and forbearance at this time of disarrangement.

Rest assured that all within our power to protect and grow our homes. We will keep the townspeople, ranchers and farmers apprised as to any developing news and it will be forthcoming. If you have any concerns or fears, please do not hesitate to voice them to myself or Colonel McCormick, so that we may put your minds at rest to allow you to attend to your daily duties without fear of reprisal from Indian attacks or the attempt to wrest our lands from us.

J.E. Duniway - Owner/Editor of the Lago Gazette

New Laws Announced

September 16, 1868

Lago Under Siege

September 15, 1868

By J.E. Duniway

"The man in question has hair to his shoulders, covered by a Montana peak hat. A serviceable coat covers his clothing, a sweat stained bandana around his neck. If anyone confronts the man, consider him armed and dangerous."

If you see him, please report his whereabouts to the Sheriff or Deputy immediately. Do not try to confront the man on your own.

Poker Game to Resume at the Scarlet Thread

September 10, 1868

Miner Dies in Mishap

August 30, 1868

Colonel McCormick and Miss Ame Donovan have issued the following statement, "It is with deep regret that we heard of the death of a valued worker. Rest assured that his remaining family will be seen to and their needs will be met, as they have lost their father and husband. Our hearts are with them at this time."

Why Conduct is King

August 27, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Gunshots Exchanged in the Farmlands

August 11, 1868

"I didn't feel that the amount of money I offered was offensive. It was 4 times what he paid for the place," noted the Colonel. He said Mister Marlowe became irate, speaking in an injudicious manner, becoming considerably more incoherent as the conversation continued, "He was incredibly rude and each cuss word thrown at me, well, the price went down."

Soon, the words had run their course and Mister Marlowe resorted to the violence usually reserved for criminals as he leveled his gun, taking aim at the Colonel, succeeding in winging him with a single shot while the Colonel, seeing he had to defend himself or die trying, returned the gunshots in rapid succession, leaving the farmer in an unknown state before riding for his life.

Witnesses say that they saw the half-breed making his way to the bluffs, bleeding in a horrific fashion, but shrugging off all manner of aid. His fate remains unknown.

Diamonds Found!

August 10, 1868

Sheriff Duniway and Miss Taylor Shot by Unknown Assailant

August 10, 1868

The Sheriff was treated by Doctor Pitter, though the prognosis indicates he will be retaining one of the bullets for a long while to come. Miss Taylor was treated and released.

The sheriff issued this statement, "The man in question has hair to his shoulders, covered by a Montana peak hat. A serviceable coat covers his clothing, a sweat stained bandana around his neck. If anyone confronts the man, consider him armed and dangerous."

Mister Blair Returns

August 10, 1868

It is the Gazette's honor to welcome him home as well as congratulating the couple on their marriage.

Betrothel Announcement

August 7, 1868

Miss Catherine Knightly Visits Back East

August 7, 1868

Continuation of Proper Dressing

July 23, 1868

by F. Tailleur

More On Proper Dressing For the Occasion

July 10, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Lago Turns Dry

July 2, 1868

by J.E. Duniway

And so, until such time when the aforementioned is set in stone or discarded, we will live under the restrictions of a partially dry town.

Manners In Dress

July 2, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Judge Bean, Cheyenne In Shootout

June 21, 1868

by J.E. Duniway

Now that we are under the auspices of the new territorial governor of the area, Major Hunt, one wonders what will be our lot. Will everyone lose what they have worked so fervently for, that being hearth and home, businesses and land? This land is now earmarked for the Sioux and even the Cheyenne are not getting out of this unscathed. Reports are that the Judge gave as good as he got, shot for shot with Senaka, leaving both in a weakened state and the Trail's End, once more pock marked and well worn.

We would like to find out what is in store for us in this treaty to make peace with the Sioux, who have not been seen in this area. Would that the Cheyenne have signed the treaty, since we know what they are capable of. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. And with this new facet, we are left in total darkness. We hope that the situation we face will be revealed so we may know what foe we face. I, for one, do not wish to evacuate and leave. I hope there are many who feel the same and that we will be allowed to follow suit and meet with the Sioux in order to adhere to the peace treaty without harm or injury or removal of anyone from Lago and the surrounding area.

Etiquette and Dress

June 20, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Iron Hawk Arrested!

June 18, 1868

It has been disclosed that he and his entourage refused to sign the treaty and departed the Fort near to the signing date of May 25th. At some time he and his entourage were arrested for "horse theft" and removed to Fort Randall or Fort Sully in the Dakota.

Pronouncement of Consent

June 15, 1868

To the People of Lago and Surrounding Areas

June 14, 1868

I have recently returned from the Fort Laramie Treaty talks to end the Sioux Wars. The Sioux Tribes have ended their war against the United States while the Northern Cheyenne have not.

However in order to make peace with the Greater Sioux Nation this land, from the ridge of the Big Horn Mountains, north to the Canadian frontier and south to the North Platte is now unceded Indian hunting lands, so long as the buffalo may range thereon in such numbers as to justify the chase.

Major Richard Hunt, CO Fort Bloodworth

The Proper Dress

June 3, 1868

A continuing series illustrating proper etiquette for every occasion by Miss F. Tailleur

Reading Group Rescheduled

May 31, 1868

Etiquette in a Business Forum

May 29, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Reverend Alderman's Absence

May 26, 1868

Rules of Etiquette to Live By

May 21, 1868

by F. Tailleur

New Management at the Grand Hotel

May 19, 1868

Colonel M.J. McCormick wishes to announce the new manager of the Grand Hotel, Miss Anastasia McCormick. We at the Gazette wish to welcome her to the roll of hostess and manager. Miss McCormick has promised a lovely fare for the public's dining pleasure, this coming Sunday. Roast loin of boeuf will be served in the elegant atmosphere.

Please join the Grand for Tea, featuring the delightful blend from Missus Flanna Reynolds, in the afternoons and enjoy the delicate pastries from the head chef, Etienne Frederique, recently from the Claridge's Hotel in London.

Woman's Reading Group Announcement

May 18, 1868

Being the Best One Can Be

May 15, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Poker Evening at the Scarlet Thread

May 11, 1868

Reward Offered

May 9, 1868

Conduct Becoming a Lady or Gentleman

May 7, 1868

by F. Tailleur

Pride and Shame

May 7, 1868

by Reverend John Alderman

McCormick Battle Royale Ends With a Single Shot

May 3, 1868

by J.E. Duniway

Everyday Propriety

May 2, 1868

by F. Tailleur