It is hard to
find any evidence of some mysterious serial killings that allegedly occurred in
Wyoming 147 years ago.
According to a couple of books, a
notorious family named Bartlett killed 22 young men before being hunted down
and killed back in historic South Pass City.
Following is the straight story,
according to the authors of the books. At the end of this, we have some
dissenting comments.
Most of the crimes centered on pretty
Polly Bartlett who was adept with arsenic.
From 1866 to 1868, South Pass City was known
both for gold deposits and for the passage through the area by thousands of
folks heading west to Oregon, California and Utah.
This sordid tale starts when Stephen
Bartlett left his hometown of Cincinnati for Colorado. That move did not pan
out well so they headed north to South Pass City.
The family consisted of daughter Polly,
a young son and a niece named Hattie, who was the housekeeper and paramour of
old man Bartlett. The family had acquired a substantial supply of arsenic, used
presumably to kill mice
They set up camp in the South Pass
area. Their first victim was a young man, Louis Nichols. He was one of the few
people heading east. He had some gold with him and was headed home.
He offered Polly $10 if she would make
him a steak, which she promptly did (with some extra seasonings). Nichols went into convulsions and died.
Like folks new to the hospitality
industry, this looked like quick money and easy pickings to the former
Ohioans. They soon set up shop.
The Bartletts built a barn with a big hayloft
plus a large house called the Bartlett Inn. They also had corrals.
Then they waited. It did not take long.
The next victim was an Omaha man, Tim
Flaherty. A collection agent who worked in the cattle business, he had been
calling on folks in the area.
Then there was Edmund Ford of South
Pass City who told a story about his brother, who was staying at the Bartlett Inn,
and who subsequently disappeared.
Many other young men disappeared before
Barney Fortunes, 23, showed up. He disappeared after staying at the Bartlett
Inn. The Pinkerton Detective Agency did a thorough investigation but the trail
went cold after they tracked young Fortunes to the ill-fated Inn.
This prompted the Bartletts to pack up
and skip. A $13,000 reward was posted for them. An ex-lawman, who was a pretty
good shot, named Sam Ford, tracked down old man Bartlett, and out-dueled him,
shooting him in the chest. Ford claimed the reward.
Meanwhile,
Polly had been apprehended and was in the Atlantic City jail awaiting trail.
On Oct. 7, a person who looked a lot
like Fortune’s mine boss, Otto Kalkhorst, rode his horse down Smith Street at
dusk with a sawed off 10-gauge shotgun. He
emptied both barrels into Polly through a window, ending her investigation and
the need of a trial.
Later, the authorities reportedly dug
up the 22 bodies of unlucky young men who had been in the wrong place at the
wrong time. They had been murdered and
then buried in the corral on the Bartlett place.
Two entertaining books detail these
events. One is Jim Sherlock’s South
Pass and its Tales. Other is by Ed Hudson called An Evening at the Bartlett’s.
Both are quoted extensively on the Internet. Sherlock is dead and Hudson says,
“this is my story and I’m sticking to it.”
My friend Jim Smail, the well-known
desert rat and South Pass authority, says the story is true.
Or fiction? The
curator at South Pass City Historical Site, Jon Lane, says he has looked
extensively for proof of any aspects of the story and can’t find any. He prefers
to sit on the fence when it comes to taking a position.
The state’s leading historian Phil Roberts
of Laramie calls the tale, “Good story. Too bad that it is utterly fiction.”
Famous crime writer Ron Franscell (a
Casper native) includes Polly’s story in his book about crime in the Rockies.
He even includes GPS coordinates of the crime scene.
Contending authenticity, Hudson concludes,
“I was not writing a history book. It is a novel based on historical facts. Jim
Sherlock wrote the original version of this tale.”
Accordingly, we would agree that it is
a great yarn. Heck, it might even make a great movie. Clint Eastwood, are you listening?
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