My God. What have I done? It's my fault. Lloyd Barker is dead, and it's my fault. I warned him about Kid Holmes, thinking only of myself. I wanted Holmes out of Red Creek to protect myself. I knew Snake would follow him here. And now the poor sheriff is dead. I cant stop thinking about his family and what I have done to them. I should have never come here. I should have never tried to change. Who did I think I was fooling? I don't know what to do. And now, the one thing I have been most afraid of, for over a year and a half, has come true. He is here.
I saw him ride into town this morning. I recognized Big Red first. How many times have I leaned out of a window and watched for that horse to trot up the street. The sight used to make me so happy. Today it filled me with dread. I quickly moved away, afraid that he might see me. I hid behind a post, like a frightened little girl, and watch him ride by. He hasn't changed at all. Tall, strait-backed, his blond hair cropped at his shoulders. He is still wearing the silver spurs that I bought him. Damn him. Damn him for still makeing me feel this way. I am not a child anymore. I am a mother now. A wife. I..... I, .... it doesn't matter. I am sure he has either forgotten about me by now, or he hates me. He has to hate me.
He doesn't know.
And I can't let him find out.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
U.S. Marshal Snake Johnson
Barry Cardwell
November, 25th 2011
Waterton, New Mexico
I hope everyone had an enjoyable Thanksgiving yesterday. We here at the Cardwell house did. We usually have a large group over for an even larger meal. I think we numbered 23 adults and 13 children this year. Sara, my wife, out did herself on the bird. Potatoes, cranberry, yams, gravy, beans, bread, corn, pies, and several bottles of wine were attacked with the usual gusto. After dinner I shared some of the contents of Priscella's chest with a couple of my cousins who I thought would be interested. I was not disappointed. Their reactions has bolstered my resolve to share this story.
It is at this point in the tale that another character appears in the town of Red Creek. U.S. Marshal Snake Johnson arrived in town close to a week after the death of Sheriff Barker. It has been alluded to thus far that the Marshal had a personal history with both Priscella (details of which will come to light shortly) and the outlaw Kid Holmes. (If you remember Holmes killed the Marshal's brother in Wichita two and a half years before the murder of Lloyd Barker.)
To understand who Johnson was and how he was tied to Priscella's story, I have spent some time gathering all the information I could find on the man. Cornelius Johnson (apparently his parents were fond of Roman names) was born in 1841 in Chattanooga Tennessee. Oldest of two sons, his parents migrated to Texas in 1850. It was somewhere around this time that young Cornelius earned the nickname that would stick with him the rest of his life. It seems to have come from the fact he kept a pet rattlesnake for a while. A friend of Johnson's at the time, a slightly older boy who would grow into one of the most important men of the age, began to simply call him "Snake". That boy was Charlie Goodnight. If that name is not familiar, you may be in the wrong blog! Haha! Google it.
Charles Goodnight 1860
Snake joined his friend Goodnight as a Texas Ranger just before the outbreak of the Civil War. In 1861 both of the young rangers were inducted into the Confederate Army and served most of the war in a frontier regiment protecting outpost from Indian raids. Johnson seems to have been known for both a fast hand and a hot temper during his military career. After the War Goodnight went onto a very successful cattle business. Snake though was not ready to settle down. With his younger brother Tobius in tow, he set out north to Kansas. The Johnson brothers became bounty hunters for a brief time, then lawmen. Snake's first badge was as a deputy in the town of Abilene. In 1868 the brothers moved to Wichita. Tobius became a deputy there while Snake was hired on as a U.S. Marshal. As Marshal Snake roamed the land far and wide, but his home remained in Wichita.
There is an interesting document that I was able to find through an online research site that sends some light on the relationship between Snake and Prissy in Wichita. It is from the Marshal Historical Record Department. It appears to be some sort of overview, or performance review of the Kansas based Marshals in the year 1873. Here is the entire passage that mentions our boy.
"Snake Johnson has continued to show resolve and spunk in his young career. He has proven resourceful, honest, brave, and intelligent. The only knock against this young Marshal is perhaps a lacking in personal morality. He continues to live with a young whore from one of the Wichita brothels. He has been warned that this is not the image we want from our young officers, but when said warning was given Johnson grew upset and wrathful. "If it comes between this badge and Prissy, you can shove the tin up your asses! Don't nobody tell me how to live my life" is the accounted response."
So there it is. The upstanding, admired, married with a child, school marm of Red Creek, was a 17 year old prostitute in Wichita! My Great-great-great-Grandmother was a whore! Haha! I love it!!!!!
Anyways apparently after the murder of his brother Tobius by Kid Holmes, Snake was a driven man. He set off on the trail of Holmes for the next few years. His relationship with Prissy seems to have suffered and eventually she left Wichita with Johnny Cardwell and showed up in Red Creek married and pregnant. And once Kid Holmes was accused in the Red Creek Tribune of the slaying of Sheriff Lloyd Barker, it was just a matter of time until Snake rode into town.
You can't make this crap up!!!!
I wonder if there is any pie left. Until next time.
Barry Cardwell
November, 25th 2011
Waterton, New Mexico
I hope everyone had an enjoyable Thanksgiving yesterday. We here at the Cardwell house did. We usually have a large group over for an even larger meal. I think we numbered 23 adults and 13 children this year. Sara, my wife, out did herself on the bird. Potatoes, cranberry, yams, gravy, beans, bread, corn, pies, and several bottles of wine were attacked with the usual gusto. After dinner I shared some of the contents of Priscella's chest with a couple of my cousins who I thought would be interested. I was not disappointed. Their reactions has bolstered my resolve to share this story.
It is at this point in the tale that another character appears in the town of Red Creek. U.S. Marshal Snake Johnson arrived in town close to a week after the death of Sheriff Barker. It has been alluded to thus far that the Marshal had a personal history with both Priscella (details of which will come to light shortly) and the outlaw Kid Holmes. (If you remember Holmes killed the Marshal's brother in Wichita two and a half years before the murder of Lloyd Barker.)
To understand who Johnson was and how he was tied to Priscella's story, I have spent some time gathering all the information I could find on the man. Cornelius Johnson (apparently his parents were fond of Roman names) was born in 1841 in Chattanooga Tennessee. Oldest of two sons, his parents migrated to Texas in 1850. It was somewhere around this time that young Cornelius earned the nickname that would stick with him the rest of his life. It seems to have come from the fact he kept a pet rattlesnake for a while. A friend of Johnson's at the time, a slightly older boy who would grow into one of the most important men of the age, began to simply call him "Snake". That boy was Charlie Goodnight. If that name is not familiar, you may be in the wrong blog! Haha! Google it.
Snake joined his friend Goodnight as a Texas Ranger just before the outbreak of the Civil War. In 1861 both of the young rangers were inducted into the Confederate Army and served most of the war in a frontier regiment protecting outpost from Indian raids. Johnson seems to have been known for both a fast hand and a hot temper during his military career. After the War Goodnight went onto a very successful cattle business. Snake though was not ready to settle down. With his younger brother Tobius in tow, he set out north to Kansas. The Johnson brothers became bounty hunters for a brief time, then lawmen. Snake's first badge was as a deputy in the town of Abilene. In 1868 the brothers moved to Wichita. Tobius became a deputy there while Snake was hired on as a U.S. Marshal. As Marshal Snake roamed the land far and wide, but his home remained in Wichita.
There is an interesting document that I was able to find through an online research site that sends some light on the relationship between Snake and Prissy in Wichita. It is from the Marshal Historical Record Department. It appears to be some sort of overview, or performance review of the Kansas based Marshals in the year 1873. Here is the entire passage that mentions our boy.
"Snake Johnson has continued to show resolve and spunk in his young career. He has proven resourceful, honest, brave, and intelligent. The only knock against this young Marshal is perhaps a lacking in personal morality. He continues to live with a young whore from one of the Wichita brothels. He has been warned that this is not the image we want from our young officers, but when said warning was given Johnson grew upset and wrathful. "If it comes between this badge and Prissy, you can shove the tin up your asses! Don't nobody tell me how to live my life" is the accounted response."
So there it is. The upstanding, admired, married with a child, school marm of Red Creek, was a 17 year old prostitute in Wichita! My Great-great-great-Grandmother was a whore! Haha! I love it!!!!!
Anyways apparently after the murder of his brother Tobius by Kid Holmes, Snake was a driven man. He set off on the trail of Holmes for the next few years. His relationship with Prissy seems to have suffered and eventually she left Wichita with Johnny Cardwell and showed up in Red Creek married and pregnant. And once Kid Holmes was accused in the Red Creek Tribune of the slaying of Sheriff Lloyd Barker, it was just a matter of time until Snake rode into town.
You can't make this crap up!!!!
I wonder if there is any pie left. Until next time.
Barry Cardwell
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Red Creek Tribune - January 5th 1876
Sherriff Barker Murdered
Beloved Lawman Gunned Down By Wanted Outlaw
By Silas Fergenson - Owner, Red Creek Tribune
Sherriff Lloyd Barker
Make no mistake about it gentle readers, life as we, the god-fearing law abiding citizens of Red Creek, have known it has changed. With one vile bullet our town has been drug into the modern, lawless times of the rest of this wayward nation. Sherriff Lloys Barker, upstanding, rightous family man and pillar of our community was brutally murdered yesterday on the very streets he had sworn to protect. Randolf "Kid" Holmes, a debased animal of a man, murdered Barker yesterday just after 5 PM outside of the Broken Noose Saloon.
It is said that Holmes arrived in Red Creek just days ago. Apparently this monster is wanted in Texas, Kansas, and Missouri for a long list of evil deeds. And this paper has learned that Sherriff Barker is not the first lawman Kid Holmes has gunned down. He is said to have killed a Deputy in Wichita, and a Marshal in Texas. And now alas, Red Creek will be added to this black list.
It seems the Sherriff was tipped off by someone in town about the true identity of Holmes, who was registered at the Hotel under the name Gus Horn. The Sherriff then got confirmation by way of a wanted poster that clearly displayed Holmes' evil face. Ignoring the warnings that Holmes was a dangerous scoundrel, Barker went alone to the Broken Noose yesterday afternoon to apprehend the criminal. Eyewitness reports from inside the Noose have the Sherriff approaching the outlaw with his pistol drawn and cocked. Holmes was sitting at the poker table with unnamed locals. Holmes coolly told the Sherriff he must have made some mistake. Barker said they could sort it all out back at the jail. Holmes is said to have smiled and said fine. He got up and handed his gunbelt to the Sherriff, then walked out of the saloon to the street outside. It was there that Barker made a fatal error.
Holmes turned and faced the Sherriff and again spoke of a mistake being made, that he was not a wanted man. Barker said that may be so, but he was taking the Kid in anyways. He pushed the muzzle of his pistol into Holmes' belly and told him to start walking. He should have never gotten his gun so close to this rattlesnake. Holmes has a reputation as having the fastest hands in the west, and it would seem that is no exageration. His left hand shot up from his hip and pushed Barker's Colt to the right as the Sherriff pulled the trigger. The bullet shot harmlessly into the mud of the thruofare. Holmes' right hand was already moving with lightning speed towards his own gun belt that Barker had slung across his shoulder. Before the Sherriff could recover, the Kid had his own Remmington secured, cocked and pointed. Barker dropped his gun and raised his hands. "Now son," he said, "let's don't go do anything foolish here." The cold blooded killer laughed and pulled the trigger.
Holmes slowly walked to his horse and casually rode out of town towards the foothills as our honest Sherriff lay bleeding to death in the street. Beware kind reader, this reporter fears the reprecussions of this evil, vile act will be felt for a long time here in our once peaceful little town.
Barker's widow, Connie and his children, Lloyd Jr, Anna, and Micheal, will be recieveing quests at their house this afternoon starting at 1.
Priscella's Diary December 1875
December 29th 1875
It feels like the world is falling apart. I have worked so hard to make our lives here in Red Creek safe and good. I have managed, through hard work and faith, to shut the door on the past and focus on the here and now. And where has it gotten me? What have I done wrong?
Johnny has not been home since Christmas night. I know he spends most of his time at that damn saloon. I feel like I do not even know him any longer. He has become a drunkard. A gambler and a liar. He doesn't seem to care about me or even Joshua anymore. I have tried to understand. I know that it has been hard on him here, but it has been hard on me as well. I just don't know what to do.
And this afternoon I saw a face on the street that I prayed I would never see again. The outlaw from Wichita. The one who killed Tobius. There he was coming out of the hotel in broad daylight. I was on my way home from the school house and he stepped right in front of me as I passed. I was not looking where I was walking and bumped right into him. My heart almost stopped. I am sure it was him, though I don't believe he knew me. Really there is no way he would. Why is he here? And does this mean that Snake is behind him? I know from a press clipping I saw last year that he was still chasing him. Did he catch him? If he did and Holmes is here, then Snake must be dead. I can't bear to think of it. And what if he's not? Is he on the way here? I am so afraid and confused. I pray that this murdering outlaw will leave Red Creek soon. Maybe I should warn Sheriff Lloyd who he is. Maybe the Sherriff can make him leave. What might happen if he stays terrifies me to my soul. I, I can't think on it. I have to focus on trying to save my husband. My son needs a father.
Oh Lord. What if......... No. I will not even write it
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Letter from Fergus "Fingers" O'Malley - October 1875
Miss Cardwell,
Howdy Ma'm. Sheriff Barker has been kind enough to allow me to write this here little letter while I am a guest here in his little steel hotel. I just wanted to thank you for what you did the other afternoon. I know that I must make a sorry appearance. No one would have expected someone like you to go out of her way for someone like me. In fact, I imagine it must have cost you some embarrassment from the folks around town. I am very sorry for any problems I might have caused a fine church going lady such as yourself. The world can be a hard place Mrs. Cardwell. Lord knows it seems to have gotten the best of me. There was a time Ma'm, when I was a better man than the old run down drunk I have become. I have known kindness, it just seems a long long time ago. To see it again, especially in the form of such a pretty young thing, well it does this old heart some good.
I am sure them boys didn't mean to do me any real harm, I think they was just blowin off some hot air. But I am sure grateful for your interference. Wish I would had been sober enough to see the looks on their faces when you told them off like ya did. Yes Ma'm I imagine it must have been a sight. I know there ain't really too much a man like me can do to repay your kindness, but I do want you to know that I aim to try. I have run into your husband here and there around town, and if'n you don't mind me sayin so, I have noticed that he could use a little lookin after himself now and again. I know it don't amount to much Mrs. Cardwell, but I will do the best I can to keep an eye out for him. Try to steer him out of some tight spots if I can.
Anyways, I just wanted to say thank ya again for what you done. I know I am just an old drunken fool, but I am in your debt Ma'm
Fergus O'Malley
October 17th 1875
Howdy Ma'm. Sheriff Barker has been kind enough to allow me to write this here little letter while I am a guest here in his little steel hotel. I just wanted to thank you for what you did the other afternoon. I know that I must make a sorry appearance. No one would have expected someone like you to go out of her way for someone like me. In fact, I imagine it must have cost you some embarrassment from the folks around town. I am very sorry for any problems I might have caused a fine church going lady such as yourself. The world can be a hard place Mrs. Cardwell. Lord knows it seems to have gotten the best of me. There was a time Ma'm, when I was a better man than the old run down drunk I have become. I have known kindness, it just seems a long long time ago. To see it again, especially in the form of such a pretty young thing, well it does this old heart some good.
I am sure them boys didn't mean to do me any real harm, I think they was just blowin off some hot air. But I am sure grateful for your interference. Wish I would had been sober enough to see the looks on their faces when you told them off like ya did. Yes Ma'm I imagine it must have been a sight. I know there ain't really too much a man like me can do to repay your kindness, but I do want you to know that I aim to try. I have run into your husband here and there around town, and if'n you don't mind me sayin so, I have noticed that he could use a little lookin after himself now and again. I know it don't amount to much Mrs. Cardwell, but I will do the best I can to keep an eye out for him. Try to steer him out of some tight spots if I can.
Anyways, I just wanted to say thank ya again for what you done. I know I am just an old drunken fool, but I am in your debt Ma'm
Fergus O'Malley
October 17th 1875
Red Creek Tribune - March 1874
Local Legend Seeks Solitude
"Fingers" O'Malley Would Forget His Storied Past
By Silas Fergenson - Owner Red Creek Tribune
There was a time gentle readers, when the name Fergus "Fingers " O'Malley was one to be reckoned with in this land of ours. At times a tracker, a Texas Ranger, an outlaw, a Indian Killer, Fingers made quite a reputation for himself in his time. And now this living legend of the west lives right here in our little town of Red Creek. Of course, O'Malley doesn't quite strike the same figure he might once have. In fact, more nights than most he can be found either passed out in some dark alley near the Brooken Noose Saloon, or on the cot in Sheriff Barker's jail cell.
Fergus first rose to fame as a Texas Ranger in the years before The War. Known for his tracking skills, and his natural instincts for fighting wild Indians, O'Malley became a Captain in the Rangers until a personal tragedy brought his Ranger career to an end. His family was massacred by Comanche renegades out for revenge. Fingers left the Rangers and became somewhat of a wanderer. He turned to drink and ran afoul of the law in El Paso. Reports say he killed a cowboy over a dancing girl. Released from prison in '62 under the condition he served in the Confederate Army, O'Malley soon found himself in Missouri under the command of the notorious "Bloody" Bill Anderson. During this time Fergus rode with another of Anderson's men, Frank James, who, as you know, is causing such a stir along with his brother Jesse up and around Missouri. After the War, O'Malley drifted across the west for a while crawling deeper and deeper into a whiskey bottle.
He settled in Red Creek close to 4 years ago and has not caused too much trouble. Other than sad displays of public drunkenness. When asked by this reporter to remenise about his adventures and the surprisingly long list of notable people he has brushed against, O'Malley responded with a firm conviction to forget the past. In fact he became quite agitated and angry.
So beware gentle readers. This seemingly harmless drunken shadow that stalks our backstreets is no meek wallflower. He has been a dangerous man. And in this humble opinion, is still very capable of violence.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Priscella's Diary - June 1874
June 13th, 1874
Joshua. I have a son, and his name is Joshua. To hold this small miracle in my arms is the greatest joy I have ever known. For the first time in a long long time, I am truly happy.
Yet it is daunting. I am responsible for someones life now. It is up to me to protect him. To shape him. To teach him right from wrong. To love him. I pray that I am up to the task. I have faith that with God's help, I will be. And I pray that Johnny will be up to it as well. I worry about him. He is having a hard time here in Red Creek. We have been here 5 months now and he has yet to find regular work. He is trying. Seems he has had a string of bad luck. But I know that things will change. Now that this little blessing is here, nothing can discourage me.
Miss Davens has been real helpful since Joshua has come. Her and Sally have been by here almost every day to check in on us. I am hoping to be able to return to helping Miss Davens once school starts back up. I really enjoy working there. To help with the children is a joy. And dear sweet Sally has been wonderful. I am truly blessed to have her as a friend. Her husband John works so hard at the Livery and Sally does such a good job raising their 3 boys. They are an inspiration.
Sometimes when I am alone with my thoughts I worry that I am kidding myself. I am not sure I deserve this life. The devil seems to whisper to me at night. He tells me that I am living a lie. This is not my life. Who do I think I am pretending to be? He tells me that I am stained with the things I have done and they will return to drag me back one day. But I know he is the King of Deceit. The past is just that, the past. I need to learn to ignore the whispers. And the ghosts of things best forgotten.
Looking into little Joshua's eyes I am torn. I see the promise of the future. The hopes and dreams of what he will see and do in his life. And yet, sometimes a look crosses his young face, and I see his father.
And that ghost is very persistant.
Wichita Times - July 1873
(NOTE - The following news report from the Wichita Times was not inside Prissy's chest. I found it during my research and since it concerns both Snake Johnson and Kid Holmes, who will both later prove to be an integral part of Prissy's story, I decided to include it here. The mysterious woman at the end of the article is of particular interest. - Barry Cardwell)
Daring Bank Robbery
3 Slain by Outlaw Kid Holmes
Deputy Tobias Johnson, Central Bank Owner Karl Brown, and local farmer Henry London were brutally murdered yesterday on the streets of Wichita. Randolf "Kid" Holmes, a young outlaw from Texas gunned them down in cold blood as he robbed the Central Bank.
Eyewitness reports have Holmes entering the bank just after 2 yesterday afternoon. He proceeded to the cashier's window and pulled his two colts from their well worn holsters. He then struck bank teller Hugo Trannel across the face with the butt of his pistol. Mr Brown, the courageous bank owner, drew his shotgun from his desk and tried to defend his employees and customers. The Kid is said to have laughed as he put 4 lead slugs into Mr. Brown. Holmes then jumped behind the counter and began to fill a large sack with the bank's cash.
Deputy Tobius Johnson
Young Deputy Johnson, hearing the shots within the bank, quickly arrived on the scene and cornered the Kid inside. Holmes opened fire has the prisoners in the bank began to flee to safety. Deputy Johnson bravely tried to help them escape the chaos by returning fire. Henry London, a father of 4 young children was mercilessly gunned down by The Kid as he tried to escape. According to several reports Deputy Johnson was wounded in his hand and fell to the bank floor unarmed. The Kid quickly crossed the distance and placed his boot on Johnson's chest. With an evil smile Holmes placed the muzzle of his smoking pistol on the deputy's forehead and pulled the trigger. Holmes then proceeded out to the street, mounted his horse, and lit out leaving 3 dead, 2 wounded, and with the Bank's cash.
Later in the evening Deputy Johnson's older brother, U.S. Marshal Snake Johnson returned to town from serving a warrant in the next county. Marshal Johnson is a permanent resident at Kate's Hotel and Tavern. Upon learning of his brother's fate, the Marshall promptly refitted his supplies, changed his saddle to a fresh horse and set out on The Kid's trail. A young woman was seen trying to prevent the Marshall leaving, but to no avail. When asked she had no comment.
Let us hope that this black hearted villain Kid Holmes will soon be brought to justice and forced to account for the vile sins he has committed on the streets of our fair city.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Red Creek Tribune - July 1875
Saloons of Red Creek - Belly Up to the Bars!
by Silas Fergenson, Owner, Red Creek Tribune
Thirsty? Well friendly readers, there seems to be no shortage of establishments here in Red Creek who would be more than happy to help you quench that thirst. Whiskey and beer are in ready supply here in our little town. We seem to run the gamete from upscale, high-end houses, to dark, dingy and dangerous. Let's take a tour shall we?
The most popular bar in town would be Rosie's Saloon. Owned and operated by Miss Ruby Rose, who moved to Red Creek some 6 years ago and built her place from the ground up. Rosie's is the largest saloon in town and benefits from being pretty much on the dead center of Main Street. Well lit, boisterous, loud, and sometimes rowdy, it is one one the staples of our little community. Highlighted by a gigantic gold inlayed bar, and a well used raised stage where a parade of dancing girls, singers, and even from time to time a snake charmer entertain. Speaking of girls, Rosie's has no shortage. Sportin' women of all shapes and sizes can be found. Miss Rosie prides herself on her girls. And there doesn't seem to be much complaint from the overflowing crowds. There is also a large craps table in the back of the saloon where one can usually find Gus Tanner, Miss Rosie's house manager. Gus is a likable fellow most times, but is quick to toss out anyone who gets a little carried away with themselves. There is a kitchen in the back where you can get a nice steak, some potatoes, beans, rice, and sometimes even a slice of pie. While there have been reports of some dust ups at Rosie's, remember poor Walis Cotton who was shot in the back last year by the outlaw Russ Walker, the violence is keep to a minimum by Tanner and his staff. So if, kind reader, you are looking for a fun time, cold beer, a chance at the craps table, or just some nice, cheap sportin' women, Rosie's is your place.
Near the north end of town is the Harlequin Honey Pot. Miss Scarlet Preston is the proud owner of this small, but beautiful house of ...fun. Catering to a more upscale clientele, you will not find any rotgut whiskey, or cheap beer here. Fine liquors from the East and the best cigars in the land await behind Miss Preston's bar. And a small bar it is. But then again the drinks are not the main draw at the Honey Pot. While Rosie's has many more girls and much more variety to chose from, the Honey Pot handles nothing but the best. Refined, educated, demure women of the highest quality are to be found. These are skilled artists in their chosen trade. And their time does not come lightly. Miss Preston will tolerate absolutely no rough play or unseemly conduct from anyone in her place of business. Her man Chancy, a large Negro with two well oiled peacekeepers on his hips enforces this policy with great determination.
And dear readers, this brings us to the south end of town and the aptly named Broken Noose Saloon. Those of you who read this journal with any regularity will surely recognize the name of this establishment. For it seems to be featured in these pages quite often, and usually not for good reasons. The Noose is owned by Dan Bullard. A hard man to know, Dan was one of the first pioneers of Red Creek. His bar was to first to serve a mug to a paying customer here. And the place of the first murder. The Broken Noose is a dark, smokey den of hard men and hard times. Beer and whiskey are the only beverages of choice. There is usually a poker game in the back. Dan usually forgoes the sportin' women that frequent the other local establishments, but one can usually find Fallena, a Mexican dancer, haunting the place. Our brave Sherrif Barker is kept bust most nights at the Noose. But Mr. Bullard has assured this paper that he runs a safe, honest saloon. You be the judge dear reader.
And there you have it my friends. As long as Red Creek is a frontier town it is a safe bet that saloons, and everything that comes with them, will be a part of the landscape.
And there you have it my friends. As long as Red Creek is a frontier town it is a safe bet that saloons, and everything that comes with them, will be a part of the landscape.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Letter from Sally Roberts - March 1875
My dear dear friend,
Your friend and neighbor,
Sally Roberts
I wanted to again congradulate you on your new appointment as head School teacher! You deserve it so much. While it is sad that Miss Davens had to leave town, not one soul will think the children are in lesser care. God is good and has blessed you, and the entire community. I know that your Johnny must be very proud!
Speaking of, you know I do not mean to pry into your personal business, but I hope your Johnny is doing well. I know you are worried about him and fear he is losing his way, but take heart Prissy. Have faith that he will find himself and all will be well. These towns test men. My own John went through the same thing a while back. When he first opened the livery there were many many dark days. But God doesn't give us more than we can bear Prissy. Your husband will be fine. At least he has not turned to spirits and gambling. Many wives in town are forced to wait at home while their men lose their wages in the Broken Noose, or in Rosie's. Be thankful for small favors.
My my, have you seen the latest hat that Miss Daisy is wearing? Lord, what a sight! She had it shipped all the way from New York City! It is something to behold!! I tried my best to not laugh when I saw her walking down Main street yesterday. Bless her heart. It must be nice to have the money that she spends on such silly things.
Well Prissy, again I am so happy for you and your family. Red Creek is lucky to have someone like you here to mold it's young ones.
Your friend and neighbor,
Sally Roberts
Priscilla's Backstory
November 14, 2011
In trying to piece together the stories that I have uncovered in Priscilla's chest, it has quickly become apparent that there was not a lot of information on her life before her and Johnny arrived in Red Creek. There are hints of things in different passages from her diary (which I will soon publish so you can read as well), but no hard facts. so I have taken it upon myself to help flesh out this story and did some digging on my own. The amount of information I was able to find does not tell the whole story, but I think you will agree that it helps.
She was born on Sept 3rd, 1855 on a small farm in western Kentucky. Her maiden name was Barns. Her parents, Abe and Clara were farmhands trying to scratch out a meager existence. She had two younger brothers, who both died young. In 1867 the family moved to the then booming town of Wichita Kansas. In 1869 both Abe and Clara contracted Small Pox and passed away, leaving the then 14 year old Prissy on her own.
Wichita Kansas, 1871
The next few years are hard to figure out. We know by her diary that she arrived, married and pregnant in Red Creek in Jan. 1874. We also know that U.S. Marshall Snake Johnson worked out of Wichita in the last few years that Prissy lived there. Marshall Johnson would play a very large part in the events of Red Creek as you shall soon discover. What the exact nature of his and Prissy's relationship was in Wichita is unclear. But easy to guess at. Suffice it to say that in Wichita at least, Prissy was not the respectable school marm that she grew into in Red Creek.
But you will learn more shortly,
Barry Cardwell.
In trying to piece together the stories that I have uncovered in Priscilla's chest, it has quickly become apparent that there was not a lot of information on her life before her and Johnny arrived in Red Creek. There are hints of things in different passages from her diary (which I will soon publish so you can read as well), but no hard facts. so I have taken it upon myself to help flesh out this story and did some digging on my own. The amount of information I was able to find does not tell the whole story, but I think you will agree that it helps.
She was born on Sept 3rd, 1855 on a small farm in western Kentucky. Her maiden name was Barns. Her parents, Abe and Clara were farmhands trying to scratch out a meager existence. She had two younger brothers, who both died young. In 1867 the family moved to the then booming town of Wichita Kansas. In 1869 both Abe and Clara contracted Small Pox and passed away, leaving the then 14 year old Prissy on her own.
The next few years are hard to figure out. We know by her diary that she arrived, married and pregnant in Red Creek in Jan. 1874. We also know that U.S. Marshall Snake Johnson worked out of Wichita in the last few years that Prissy lived there. Marshall Johnson would play a very large part in the events of Red Creek as you shall soon discover. What the exact nature of his and Prissy's relationship was in Wichita is unclear. But easy to guess at. Suffice it to say that in Wichita at least, Prissy was not the respectable school marm that she grew into in Red Creek.
But you will learn more shortly,
Barry Cardwell.
Photo of the Cardwell Family
Picture dated July, 1875. Just about 6 months before Johnny's turn to crime. - B. Cardwell
Red Creek - Letter from Johnny Cardwell - Sept 1874
My Dearest Wife,
Sweet Prissy. I pray this letter finds you and baby Joshua well and in good spirits. We are camped just outside of Dodge City. Mr. Mitchellson and Boss Ned have rode ahead to get the best price they can for the herd. I miss you so very much. It has been a long hard journey and I am bone weary. To be honest Prissy I am not sure that I am cut out for this work. The days are long, hot, and dusty. The nights are cold and silent. The men are all partakers of strong drink. I am trying my best Prissy. I know we need the money. I will not let you down. But it is hard. There must be a better way. I hope things in Red Creek are good. Has your friend Sally been a help? I hope so. I pray Joshua is strong and healthy. Boss Ned says we are to spend a week in Dodge and then start the journey home. I can not wait to hold you in my arms again. You are in my prayers.
All of my love, your loyal husband,
Johnny
Sweet Prissy. I pray this letter finds you and baby Joshua well and in good spirits. We are camped just outside of Dodge City. Mr. Mitchellson and Boss Ned have rode ahead to get the best price they can for the herd. I miss you so very much. It has been a long hard journey and I am bone weary. To be honest Prissy I am not sure that I am cut out for this work. The days are long, hot, and dusty. The nights are cold and silent. The men are all partakers of strong drink. I am trying my best Prissy. I know we need the money. I will not let you down. But it is hard. There must be a better way. I hope things in Red Creek are good. Has your friend Sally been a help? I hope so. I pray Joshua is strong and healthy. Boss Ned says we are to spend a week in Dodge and then start the journey home. I can not wait to hold you in my arms again. You are in my prayers.
All of my love, your loyal husband,
Johnny
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Red Creek Tribune - January 23, 1876
SUNDOWN SHOOTOUT SURROUNDING STOLEN STEEDS
by Silas Furgenson, owner Red Creek Tribune
The peaceful days of our quiet little town seem to be a thing of the past. Indeed the death knell for our tranquility might have well been the shot that killed our Sheriff, Lloyd Barker just three weeks ago. Rumors are the Sheriff was slain by Kid Holmes, said to be the fastest draw in the West. And now we find our self with a new lawman, Marshal Snake Johnson, who apparently has been on the trail of this outlaw for some time. Well it is my sad duty to report to you fine folks that the feud between these two gunslingers has spilled over into our town and cost us dearly.
A deadly shootout happened just this evening up in the foothills outside of town. It seems that this outlaw Kid Holmes used the cover of yesterday's storm to sneak onto Wyatt and Maude Mitchelson's ranch and steal a string of prized ponies. Marshal Johnson, eyeing the scene, thought that the Kid had help for there were several tracks. The Marshal formed a posse earlier today and headed into the hills where he believed Holmes is hiding. The posse included John Roberts, our new Deputy, Wyatt Mitchelson, young sharpshooter "Shots" Scafe, Kevin Guilderman ( a ranch hand working for Mitchelson) , Jimmy Darling ( son of Hugh Darling owner of the lumber mill) and the Marshal himself.
Apparently the Marshal lead this posse into the hills where sometime just around sundown they were ambushed and bushwhacked by Kid Holmes and his gang. This reporter has heard eyewitness testimony detailing the ferocity of this shootout. The first shot apparently killed the Marshal's horse and he went down under it. Bullets and smoke filled the air as the two sides squared off. Alas poor Jimmy Darling was the first to die. He caught a lead slug in the eye. Story is told of Deputy Roberts showing no fear as he stepped into gunfire to retrieve his body. The Deputy received a slight wound in the shoulder for his efforts. Young Guilderman also perished under fire. Marshal Johnson brought down two of The Kid's gang members, while Wyatt Mitchelson wounded a third. The identity of this wounded criminal might shock you, good readers. Reports are that he is none other than Johnny Cardwell, husband to our school marm Prissy Cardwell.
This reporter has turned up reports that in the past few days Johnny Cardwell had amassed large gambling debts to Stan Masterson, resident card shark. It seems to pay for these debts he turned to crime. I am told that though Cardwell was shot in the chest, we has been patched up by Doc Thomas and is expected to live. No comment yet from his wife. Although after speaking to Miss Scarlett, of the Harlequin Honey Pot, there might be more than meets the eye to the Cardwells and Marshal Johnson's history.
Sadly folks it seems that Kid Holmes made a clean get away during the gun play. Marshal Johnson vows to catch him very soon. The Marshal also wanted this reporter to mention the bravery of the fallen men, and of young "Shots" who leaped from a bolder to take out one of the gang members as he was preparing to shoot the Marshal in the back. The horses of the Mitchellson Ranch were recovered.
Yes the slow quiet days of Red Creek might have left us for now good people, but rest assured that what ever happens. the Tribune will be there to let you know it.
Red Creek - Priscella's Diary - 1st entry
Here are a couple of pictures of Priscella. This first one is dated June, 1874.
The second one has a date of Feb12th, 1889.
I think we can agree she was a very striking woman. This next piece is one of the earliest entrys in her diary. I hope you enjoy.
Diary of Priscella Cardwell - January 16th, 1874
A new beginning. A fresh start. Johnny and I arrived here in the town of Red Creek yesterday. We are staying in a local hotel for now, until Johnny can find us a place. He is so sweet. He is determined to make a home for us here. He is lookin to get hired on up at this ranch we passed on out way into town. I think it is called the Circle M. Said to be owned by a hard working, god fearing couple that come up outta Texas. The Mitchellsons is what I heard. I hope Johnny gets hired on. I am gonna talk to the schoolmarm today and see if there is any work for me. I don't mind being a helper, or anything else. I will be a maid if I need to be. I am willing to do just about anything I can to help make a life for us here.
Well, almost anything. Those days are past and it's best I forget them. And him. I am a wife now, a new woman. And I love Johnny. I surely do. He is what is best for me. And the baby. Lord knows I will love this child with everything I have. But I hope he forgives me. I am a little scared. What if.... No. Best not to dwell on such things. I am a respectable woman now. A wife with a good man, and a child on the way. Things are gonna be different here in Red Creek. I have faith.
But sometimes, I still see his face at night.
Lord, give me strength.
The second one has a date of Feb12th, 1889.
I think we can agree she was a very striking woman. This next piece is one of the earliest entrys in her diary. I hope you enjoy.
Diary of Priscella Cardwell - January 16th, 1874
A new beginning. A fresh start. Johnny and I arrived here in the town of Red Creek yesterday. We are staying in a local hotel for now, until Johnny can find us a place. He is so sweet. He is determined to make a home for us here. He is lookin to get hired on up at this ranch we passed on out way into town. I think it is called the Circle M. Said to be owned by a hard working, god fearing couple that come up outta Texas. The Mitchellsons is what I heard. I hope Johnny gets hired on. I am gonna talk to the schoolmarm today and see if there is any work for me. I don't mind being a helper, or anything else. I will be a maid if I need to be. I am willing to do just about anything I can to help make a life for us here.
Well, almost anything. Those days are past and it's best I forget them. And him. I am a wife now, a new woman. And I love Johnny. I surely do. He is what is best for me. And the baby. Lord knows I will love this child with everything I have. But I hope he forgives me. I am a little scared. What if.... No. Best not to dwell on such things. I am a respectable woman now. A wife with a good man, and a child on the way. Things are gonna be different here in Red Creek. I have faith.
But sometimes, I still see his face at night.
Lord, give me strength.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The Saga of Red Creek - Introduction
November 12th, 2011
My name is Barry Cardwell. I live here in Waterton New Mexico. Waterton is an unimportant small town about 25 miles north of the Texas border. I am a finish carpenter and own a small local business that I run with my wife, Sara. We have a 3 year old daughter who is the light of our life and her name is Francine. My family has lived in New Mexico, Texas, and Arizona for over 150 years or so. At least that is what I have been told. And well, now I have proof I guess.
The reason I am writing this is I have recently become sole owner of a very interesting chest that seems to have come to me out of the past. You see I have, well had, an Uncle by the name of Harold Cardwell who lived in a big house in Scotsdale Arizona. Uncle Harold passed a few months ago. As he had no surviving children it was my job to settle his affairs and put everything in order. In doing so I found a large oaken chest in his basement that was full of mementos, letters, pictures, newspaper clippings, and various items all belonging to my Great-Great-Great Grandmother. Her name was Priscella Cardwell. Some of the items have been ravished beyond recognition by the tide of time, but most are in relatively good shape. There was even her diary. It has made for a very interesting find.
Most of the letters and stories seem to focus on the town of Red Creek and date from 1874 to 1879. Apparently Red Creek was a small frontier town strait out of an Old West story. Gunslingers, outlaws, ranchers, gamblers, whores, Indians, cowboys, they are all here. Quite a tale of love, death, bravery, danger, adventure. Priscella seems to have led one hell of a life.
My plan is to post some of these items on here to share the stories. There seems to be some kind of a mystery underneath all of this. Red Creek had it's secrets. Maybe we can find them out together.
My name is Barry Cardwell. I live here in Waterton New Mexico. Waterton is an unimportant small town about 25 miles north of the Texas border. I am a finish carpenter and own a small local business that I run with my wife, Sara. We have a 3 year old daughter who is the light of our life and her name is Francine. My family has lived in New Mexico, Texas, and Arizona for over 150 years or so. At least that is what I have been told. And well, now I have proof I guess.
The reason I am writing this is I have recently become sole owner of a very interesting chest that seems to have come to me out of the past. You see I have, well had, an Uncle by the name of Harold Cardwell who lived in a big house in Scotsdale Arizona. Uncle Harold passed a few months ago. As he had no surviving children it was my job to settle his affairs and put everything in order. In doing so I found a large oaken chest in his basement that was full of mementos, letters, pictures, newspaper clippings, and various items all belonging to my Great-Great-Great Grandmother. Her name was Priscella Cardwell. Some of the items have been ravished beyond recognition by the tide of time, but most are in relatively good shape. There was even her diary. It has made for a very interesting find.
Most of the letters and stories seem to focus on the town of Red Creek and date from 1874 to 1879. Apparently Red Creek was a small frontier town strait out of an Old West story. Gunslingers, outlaws, ranchers, gamblers, whores, Indians, cowboys, they are all here. Quite a tale of love, death, bravery, danger, adventure. Priscella seems to have led one hell of a life.
My plan is to post some of these items on here to share the stories. There seems to be some kind of a mystery underneath all of this. Red Creek had it's secrets. Maybe we can find them out together.
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