So apparently southern Alberta could be a pretty lawless place before the N.W.M.P. got here. I was doing some unrelated research this morning when I came across this story.
Here’s a letter that a man living in Helena, Montana, received from a friend who lived in Fort Whoop Up.
“Dear Bob. I am enjoying good health. The winter’s trade was quite brisk, and for want of more exciting scenes I am now engaged in the peaceful occupation of raising a garden. My partner, Bill Akorn, got to putting on airs and I shot him and he is dead. My potatoes are looking well. Yours truly, Sandy.”
Thank you for the story, Hugh Dempsey! Taken from: Firewater by Hugh Dempsey.