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No one in town who knew Dick would go up against him, and certainly Johnson did not intend to. But it got so bad that he would leave the dining room before finishing his meal if Dick entered. And then there was the business of Miss Emily.
Emily Women in Deadwood were few, and no better than they needed to be. Most of them lived in a house called the Cricket, down at the end of the south bend, where they plied their trade under the cold watchful eye of Mrs. Marshall, who smoked opium and owned the house. Others were independent, like Calamity Jane, who in recent weeks had made a great show of mourning the death of Bill Hickok, much to the disgust of Hickok’s friends. Calamity Jane was so masculine she often wore a soldier’s uniform and traveled undetected with the boys in blue, giving them service in the field; she had gone with Custer’s 7th Cavalry on more than one occasion. But she was so male that she often boasted that “give me a dildo in the dark, and no woman can tell me from a true man.” As one observer noted, this left Jane’s appeal somewhat obscure. A few Deadwood miners had brought their wives and families, but they did not often show in town. Colonel Ramsay had a fat squaw wife named Sen-a-lise; Mr. Samuels had a wife, too, but she was consumptive and always stayed indoors. So for the most part, the feminine element was provided by the Cricket women, and the girls who worked in the saloons. In the words of one Deadwood visitor, they were “pleasant women of a certain age, but in appearance as hard and mean as the rest of the landscape of that wretched mining town. The ones that ran tables in the saloons smoked and swore with the best of the men, and were so full of tricks that seasoned gamblers avoided them, and preferred men as dealers.” Into this hard-bitten world, Miss Emily Charlotte Williams appeared as a floating vision of loveliness. She arrived one noon on a miner’s buckboard, dressed entirely in white, her blond hair tied back fetchingly. She was young—though perhaps a few years older than Johnson; she was immaculate; she was delicate and fresh and sweet, and possessed some notable curvatures. When she took a room at the Grand Central Hotel, she became the most interesting new arrival since young Foggy had showed up with a wagonload of mysterious crates and two dead men covered in snow. News of Miss Emily, her lovely appearance and her tender story, raced around the town. Perkins’s dining room, never before full, was packed that night as everyone came to get a look at the creature. She was an orphan, the daughter of a preacher, the Reverend Williams, who had been killed in the nearby town of Gayville while building a church. At first it was said that he had been shot by a devilish desperado, but it later turned out he had fallen from the roof under construction and broken his neck. In her grief, it was also said, Miss Emily had collected her few belongings, and set out to find her brother Tom Williams, whom she knew to be prospecting somewhere in the Black Hills. She had
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Contents Cover Endpaper Title Page
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Introduction As he appears in an ea
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Young Johnson Joins the Field Trip
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Marsh Professor Marsh kept offices
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The name had an extraordinary effec
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Learning Photography Johnson wanted
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Philadelphia Philadelphia was the b
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puffed-up, brave, and determined to
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“Really? Most families wish to me
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wealthy Quaker merchant, left him m
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“I have made inquiries about that
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informed of this by Red Cloud himse
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Going West The Chicago and North We
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The West Beyond Omaha the real West
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town, it was, noted Johnson, “a c
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The Pride De Paree Theater was a tw
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“I’ll be back, though.” “Wh
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“Oh yes, Mr. Johnson,” said the
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Cope’s Expedition It was immediat
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Established thirty years before, Sa
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e rejoining her husband; indeed, sh
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His personal style—his long curly
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Part II The Lost World
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He was awake for each changing of t
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Incidents on the Plains In the midd
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Sternberg went out and shot an ante
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Badlands The Judith River, a tribut
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“I said, ‘I bid you welcome and
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that the nomadic Indian lives a fre
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Bone Country With these preliminary
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potential discoveries lying in wait
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cooks it,” Isaac grumbled). Rathe
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In 1871, Lord Kelvin, the most emin
Page 70 and 71: Bad Water Cope chose his campsites
Page 72 and 73: They rode on. The sun dropped behin
Page 74 and 75: Dinner with Cope and Marsh The sear
Page 76 and 77: “Very true.” “Though you neve
Page 78 and 79: “Sleep with Your Guns Tonight, Bo
Page 80 and 81: Moving Camp In early August, they w
Page 82 and 83: “Just wait and see,” Cookie sai
Page 84 and 85: “Of these rocks?” Johnson asked
Page 86 and 87: Around the Campfire Any discovery l
Page 88 and 89: Leaving the Badlands The morning of
Page 90 and 91: I am dreadfully ashamed of what occ
Page 92 and 93: Part III Dragon Teeth
Page 94 and 95: they reach us.” “You boys go ri
Page 96 and 97: Badlands Silence, under a waning mo
Page 98 and 99: Little Wind said nothing. “What a
Page 100 and 101: Deadwood Deadwood presented a bleak
Page 102 and 103: he thought. Then he finished fillin
Page 104 and 105: Laramie and Cheyenne?” “That’
Page 106 and 107: “He moved old Jake when the carri
Page 108 and 109: “So I expect you’ll have to get
Page 110 and 111: The Black Hills Art Gallery “How
Page 112 and 113: But it was also the beginning of tr
Page 114 and 115: His whole manner changed. “Then y
Page 116 and 117: For his part, Black Dick claimed to
Page 118 and 119: “I got to pack,” Johnson said,
Page 122 and 123: already been to Montana City and Cr
Page 124 and 125: “Fossil bones are rock.” “The
Page 126 and 127: Emily’s News “It’s no good,
Page 128 and 129: All around him, the hotel was silen
Page 130 and 131: “I am sure of it,” the judge sa
Page 132 and 133: “Yes. Ling Chow has tool shed, ve
Page 134 and 135: A Shootout Black Dick showed up in
Page 136 and 137: Keep your eyes on him. Never take y
Page 138 and 139: had hired Kang to help him again, s
Page 140 and 141: Deadwood for the winter, but said t
Page 142 and 143: “Only a damn fool would think so,
Page 144 and 145: Johnson and Miss Emily ducked down.
Page 146 and 147: Red Canyon They reached the town of
Page 148 and 149: Fort Laramie Fort Laramie was an ar
Page 150 and 151: “Well, you’ve just come from De
Page 152 and 153: “How can you say that? Look at hi
Page 154 and 155: other pursuits of no substance.”
Page 156 and 157: “Of course.” “Really?” “D
Page 158 and 159: “I don’t see why not. She says
Page 160 and 161: At eight the next morning, feeling
Page 162 and 163: His father embraced him warmly. “
Page 164 and 165: Postscript Cope Edward Drinker Cope
Page 166 and 167: Author’s Note “Biography,” ob
Page 168 and 169: Afterword Michael’s dedication to
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Taft, Robert. Photography and the A
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Also by Michael Crichton Fiction Th
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Copyright This book is a work of fi
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* Editor’s note: Charles H. Stern
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