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    • "Just when I was thinkin' this was a cake-walk!"  Justus' grin didn't show under the bandanna, but he was trying to take it all in stride.  But he did realize that either way, it was going to be miserable.  The wind stirring up the dust was annoying at best, but if it got bad enough, it could make vision next to impossible.  But if it started to rain...well, there was a whole mess its own issues, none of them pleasant.   Funny thing was, it sounded like the worse conditions got, and the harder they had to work, the more the chances of a good, hot meal and decent rest went down.   Not much to do about it but take it as it came, unless he just bugged out, but it would take something far worse than weather to get him to quit!   @Flip
    • "Or at least I hope he won't. I hear he's hell on wheels with a gun, and quick to anger. Maybe we best call this off."   "If you insist."  Emeline stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, but then laughed, kissed him and stood.  She was so happy that Barnabas was able to joke and tease with her, and didn't take every little thing seriously.  If you didn't have fun now and then, life could be pretty dull.   She glanced out the window, then followed him to the door, regretting that they were going to lose the luxury of the car, but looking forward to the next part of the journey.   As he helped her to the platform, she took the chance to look around, noting that Reno was much more what she was accustomed to, and it was a bit of a relief after the huge cities of Portland and San Francisco.    "This is nice, and I'm well-rested, ready for supper and that stroll."  She hooked her arm into her husband's.  "Lead on, and I will follow!"   @Flip
    • Reb Culverson had claimed a good sized chunk of land and one corner of it sat on the river, north of Alice Fletcher's land. the rest backed up to low tree covered hills. He was not the type to b;lock off water to any who needed it, it just wasn't who he was. He ran maybe six or seven hundred head on his range. He didn't like the fences any more than the next man but it was a necessity, and ranchers were more prone to fence off their range, it prevented the mixing of cattle, destruction of farmers property, and problems in general. But most had vulnerabilities that rustlers could exploit.   The circle C seldom had more than six to eight hands at any one time, which was far less than the size of the herd needs, but of course, that is on open range where they are able to spread out over many more acres. The other problem that had not been a problem for some time was the threat of rustlers.   Toole and six of his comrades sat in the trees watching. There was plenty of time. The day team of two hands had been relieved as the daylight faded, and were replace by a solitary rider. Just as Toole learned earlier. The law was laid down by Case, no killing, no unless it was absolutely necessary, which with one man it shouldn't be.   The day riders were more than a mile off, the evening man was at the south end of the herd. The plan, simple, four would go to the left, three would pinch in from the right and push the cattle into the trees and then drive them toward the dry creek bed and home. It should work like a charm.
    • Once they had all eaten, the four sat where there was cover, to the right, up against an outcropping of rock. There were stones so they set a ring and built a fair sized fire and even though there was whiskey, the set a pot to boil, that way they would have coffee, it could get chilly for whoever was on watch, and even if the others decided on a cup, there would still be  coffee for the men on watch.   Maybe the Lost Lake hands had found the body and hauled him off the mountain, it didn't seem like they were looking for any blood trail, and if Carson had managed to control his blood loss, and kept it off of the ground, then maybe they lost interest and just brought the man in. Chances Carson was able to that, were not real good, but he may had been able to manage the bleeding enough that there was no blood trail for quite a ways, and they lost interest.   That could have happened ad it seemed to be a good reason that the Lost Lake riders had not shown up at the fence line. The Evergreen riders would be happy to have that wire down, but until the framer was gone, and Lost Lake was taken, it would remain. It was just the way of it. Evergreen cattle would just keep heading in a southerly direction destroying crops as the moseyed along. but they'd not be looking for grass in the rocky terrain beyond, they would turn back and do more damage.   It didn't seem like Steelgrave was ready to wipe out the sod buster, so the fence needed to be watched and mended when necessary. All four believed their time on the fence would be short lived.    
    • "If this don't let up soon I figger thet they'll hold up if they find the right spot for it, maybe some kinda shelter for the chuck wagon an' the fire." Loredo shouted back.   "Could be anything since she's comin' from the north. Hope she let's up, could be a right merser'ble night!" Ames hollered. Though it would be hard to believe it could be worse, but if the wind didn't die down it would be jerked beef and hard tack. No coffee and hard sleeping.  And Ames was right, the wind could be bringing something in from the north which was rarely good news. @Bongo

FLATHEAD VALLEY, MONTANA

The “Flathead,” as locals call the valley, lies just west of the Continental Divide in northwest Montana. Here you’ll find the gateway to what will someday be Glacier National Park and the home of Whitefish Mountain.

 

Flathead Lake, the largest natural freshwater lake west of the Mississippi, is also among the cleanest large lakes – perfect for sailing, cruising, swimming, and fishing.

A surprisingly mild climate invites you outside all year. Typical winter temperatures are in the 20s and 30s. Summer temperatures usually range from the 70s to the low 90s. Winters can be harsh at times with massive amounts of snowfall and dangerous blizzards.

 

Kalispell is Flathead Valley's county seat, and there are smaller towns dotted around the lake and into the northern regions. Five miles south of Kalispell is Fort Somers. It sits on a low plateau overlooking Flathead Lake.

 

*Note: Since Flathead County was not incorporated until 1893, we will call our "country" Flathead Valley.

 

 


IN CHARACTER INFO

Timeframe

Months: October - December

Year: 1875

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Click on Weather Conditions to view the climate chart for the Kalispell region.

 

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  1. Go to the Help Me! forum.
  2. Create a new topic titled Sub-Forum Needed for Ranch or Homestead Name.
  3. Provide details regarding the ranch or homestead (i.e. a short write-up for the sub-forum's description).
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EVERGREEN RANCH

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Evergreen Ranch is the home of the Steelgrave family. The initial property was established between 1862 and 1864. Among the family's many business interests, they raise prize Black Angus cattle. Evergreen is smaller in the overall land area than Lost Lake Ranch. However, it is less mountainous and has more continuous grazing lands.

 

Owner: Elias Steelgrave

 

See Map for location.

FORT SOMERS

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Before 1876, the nearest fort was located at the southern end of Flathead Lake. It was a former trading fort known as Fort Kilpatrick, although the locals just called it Fort Poison after the fur trading village next to it. As the trouble with the native populations increased, it was determined that the booming town of Kalispell and its surrounding area and population needed more protection, so Fort Somers was established five miles south of the town at the north end of Flathead Lake.

 

Commanding Officer: Wellington MacKenzie

 

See Map for location.

Lost Lake was discovered by Ishmael Thornton, one of the geologists accompanying the Lewis and Clark Expedition of 1803 - 1806. He claimed most of the mountain and valley land surrounding the vast crater lake and named the mountains the Choguns (chogun means blackbird in the Blackfoot language). The main ranch house, Blackbird Lodge, is located in the mountains overlooking the lake.

 

The ranch raises a hardy and meaty breed of cattle, crossbred between Angus and Texas Longhorns. They also raise horses for the military, a cross between the Colonial Quarterhorse and local Mustangs.

 

 

See Map for location.

OPEN RANGE

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There is a vast amount of unsettled lands around the Flathead and many small homesteads and ranches. Use this forum for posting in these wilderness areas or on a ranch or homestead that does not have its own forum.

In 1875, Aurelian Redmond bought an established homestead from Lloyd Sidwell. The land was situated within five miles of Kalispell and shares borders with Lost Lake and Evergreen Ranch (see map). Its location could mean trouble since it is in a prime location, and the ambitious Steelgraves would love to acquire it to expand Evergreen Ranch's southern border.

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