Chapter 5 - Damsel in Distress

After surviving the first (attempted, not successful) train robbery west of the Mississippi, the Concerned Citizens arrive in Sacramento.

Violette Washington is deep in hiding in Napa County – but can she safe with two scoundrels hot on her trail?
Gilbert’s injuries have left him near death – will waiting for him to heal cost poor Violette her freedom?
Can our heroes escape a city enflamed by the Lee/Stovall case?

Tune in next time for the next exciting story in our thrilling tail of yester-year.

Interlude : Two days in Sacramento

Adding this link for quick stories and character development for the characters time in Sacramento.

Here is what works well for the plot – but is subject to change if you want to go a different way.

Healing up – that’s pretty much it.

Spent his time shopping, buying the masterwork rifle.

Need to get you fired from the Nevada Transcript so you are free to go. I’d like to have Niles show up and displace you – along with a letter saying “you did good work but your expense account was too heavy” and offering you a letter of introduction to Hubert Howe Bancroft, a publisher in San Francisco who might be interested in buying your stories on spec.

In the spirit of “not putting down roots” you might want to write about passing over (or being passed over) for a job on the stage. Or you can take a quick run to Placerville and back, if you don’t want to spend your 20 hours in town.

Nothing right now

Nothing right now

Chapter 4 - Don't call us Vigilantes !

Thu February 4th 1858

The reward money and a mild winter made for easy living the last few months. But whiskey ain’t free, and eventually you got to figure out something to do. Folks are picking up odd jobs and thinking about how to scratch out a living this year – but you miss the excitement of last fall.

The thaws are starting in the high mountains. The creeks are flooding with meltwater, and survey crews have started repairing the damage to roads and bridges from the winter.

Any day now the first riders from the Utah Territory should be arriving in town. Then one day troubling news arrives in Nevada City, and the “Concerned Citizens Posse” rides again to right injustice!

The Cub Reporter

Samuel Davis – Diary from 20 January 1858

Not sure how this all happened, but somehow I am now a reporter for The Nevada Journal, a fine, upstanding newspaper. I came to Sacramento in pursuit of another teaching position as the one I was “promised” in Nevada City fell through. I had a lead for a position at a local college, but that also did not pan out, so an acquaintance suggested working for the local newspaper.

The newspaper gig has been interesting. Ironically, the first story I helped cover was the formation of the Sacramento County Teachers Association. Sometimes I think that God has a wicked sense of humor. I have been helped mightily in learning the business by following the local star reporter F.R. Folger of the Sacramento Daily Union

I confess it was an interesting assignment. The work was being ably discharged by the Sacramento County superintendent of many years (Dr. F. W. Hatch) and then as the deed was almost complete, a San Franciscan of some skill but little formal education (John Swett) attempted to vaingloriously establish himself as the mentor and author of what had been considered a purely local concern.

22 January 1858

With the legislature in session, my life has been rather busy. It is amazing how little can be said by using so many words. Winnowing through to get at the heart of the matter takes more skill than I would have anticipated. The arrival of two federal legislators has the entire city in an uproar. This should be the highlight of the current reporting cycle.

Fortunately I have secured an introduction through Folger to Mr. Cazneau, clerk of the Assembly. I am well aware that his friendship is mostly expediency – but I shall endeavor to generate the most possible benefit to my readers and the Nevada Transcript.

27 January 1858

My world has been upended. Folger has been assailed on the streets of Sacramento and put near death. The publisher (J. Anthony) has been quite supportive and is offering a $250 reward for the prosecution of the guilty – but I fear this attack may go unreported.

Many believe this was a random act – but I suspect otherwise. Folger had told me in confidence that he was conducting a deep investigation into the situation with the escaped slave, Archibald Lee, and I suspect that lead him into mischief.

If only he had told me more, I might be able to track down his wrongdoer.

3 February 1858

It has cost me many nights, and quite a lot of my expense account, but I have secured an itinerary for Senator Gwin and Rep Scott a highly placed source who wishes to remain anonymous. I have it on good authority that they are finishing the tour of the Gold Country in Folsom and then will turn west into Sacramento.

Furthermore it is widely believed that they will be taking the SVR, and that Gwin plans to give an “impromptu” speech on the future of progress from the back of the train upon his arrival.

Jess and the Pioneer Stage Line

January 1858

Although it can provide an entertaining diversion from time to time, it turns out that being a concerned citizen doesn’t reliably pay the bills. So I had to find a job. I had a few offers that weren’t too appealing, including one from a client of Nurse Jane’s. As it turns out, I stumbled across my job while visiting the vacation mecca of Alisal after a hunting trip. It turned out that a slightly overdressed gentleman in his 40s by the name of Jared Crandall happened to be enjoying (tolerating?) dinner at a nearby table in the same less-than-fine establishment I was. Mr. Crandall’s mind was obviously elsewhere, but it was pretty obvious that a few less than savory types were sizing him up as a mark.

When mealtime was over, Mr. Crandall’s unsavory entourage followed him out and I followed them out. The thugs approached Crandall, things started to get ugly, and I rushed in to save the day. Not exactly a perfect story of heroism, though, because if Mr. Crandall hadn’t tipped me off about the third thug behind me things would have ended a lot differently.

Normally I figure that no good deed goes unpunished, but in this particular case my good actually got rewarded. Duly impressed with my mad pistol skillz, Mr. Crandall asked if I was interested in work, and a brief interview later I had a nice position as an express messenger for the Pioneer Stage Line (PSL). Basically I babysit passengers and cargo moving between Placerville, Folsom, Sacramento, Stockton, and San Jose. Babysitting is a more violent business than most folks would probably suspect, though.

The PSL is run by two men, Jared Crandall and Lewis Brady. Jared and I hit it off from the beginning, and I kind of see Jared as a cool father figure who maybe cuts me a little too much slack. Mr. Brady is more of a businessman, and probably would say I did a bad job if I saved customer’s lives but put a dent in his coach. Mr. Brady and I have had a few discussions about priorities… once he was even going to dock my paycheck until Jared stepped in on my behalf.

Wednesday, 3 February 1858

Moving up toward the present day, my PSL coach had just arrived at San Jose. I wasn’t feeling at the top of my game… a little nauseous and maybe a low fever. Making matters worse, we were supposed to have a run back to Sacramento, but Wells Fargo cancelled the contract at the last minute after deciding to send their box by steamer instead. That meant a little less cash for me and a deadhead ride back to Sacramento. So I dragged my butt up early to catch the coach at dawn, feeling way worse than I had before.

There was only one other passenger – a man in his late thirties with a serious face but a friendly disposition. He bought a ticket all the way to “Folsom and beyond”. He says he has business in Carson Valley, and needs to make the crossing over the Sierra Nevada at the first melt.

Mr. Smith and I were having a friendly chat while I was loading his gear when two rough looking men come up. Smith took a carpet bag back (that he had just asked you to stow up top) and asked me “why don’t you go help those fellows”.

So I did. Green seemed like a nice enough guy, and pretty sharp. He wore a grey duster and a tan sombrero in the Mexican way. His friend Charles had a scarred face with a black overcoat and a white stetson that was stained muddy grey.

There seemed to be a little tension between Smith and Green/Charles, but the coach left on schedule. I heard them talking among themselves in low tones, but couldn’t pick up much. Where’s the German when I need those sharp ears of his? I think I heard that Green and Charles are heading to Sacramento and then “up to the mining towns” – and that they are looking for something. I might also have been distracted by the fact that I was puking sick by now.

We pulled into the midday station at Alisal (now Pleasanton) hours behind schedule. The driver told me I was slowing them down too much, which was true. He also told me I was getting left behind, which sucks but is also business as usual. The show must go on, right? Smith took a quick walk to relieve himself, bought tacos (gag, the thought of tacos right now…) and fresh fruit from a stand, and then got right back in the coach. G&C came out of the saloon with a bottle of whiskey, brown bread and cheese.

Great, so I’m stuck in Alisal. Without a doubt the biggest shit hole on our route. Bandits and gunfights are regular occurrences here, and I wonder if I’m even fit to shoot straight if things go bad. Basically the only things in Alisal are assholes and whiskey, and I’m not in the mood to spend several days with either of those waiting for the next stage.

I just wasn’t up to walking yet, though, still fighting that fever. I got a room for the night and felt a little better in the morning. Even went half an hour without puking, so I must have been ready to hit the road.

Thursday, 4 February 1858

The options for getting from Alisal to Stockton range from bad to worse, so I chose bad. I walked east along the same road the coach took. Rough country for about 30 miles, but things smooth out once you get to the San Joaquin Valley.

I forgot there was a little bit of a tricky turn near Altamont Pass, so on the first day I spent a good chunk of time wandering around aimlessly. Eventually impassable terrain reminded me that maybe I should try a different route. At least I got it right the second time, but I lost about half a day in the process. Later on I saw some bandits. Lamest bandits ever… hiding in plain sight, or not. I gave some serious thought to messing with them, but decided maybe taking on 4 armed men in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t be the smartest thing I’d ever done. Hopefully I didn’t pay the bandits forward to a defenseless group of orphans who happened to be the next ones coming this way.

The next day wasn’t so eventful. I was running a bit slow thanks to taking the scenic route the day before, but pretty much the only challenge in the San Joaquin valley is finding good points to ford the creeks. My navigation skills were apparently too embarrassed to fail me again, and I got across the creeks with no trouble.

And that has me walking into Stockton bright and early on Saturday, February 6th.

Interlude : The Long Ride

Late January 1858

Another munitions run into Sacramento.

How in hell did Mr. Johnson get to be a foreman for the Valley Railroad? Maybe it’s just bad because he is the foreman for a demolition crew and he doesn’t seem to get how things should work. He sure as hell doesn’t like takin advice…at least not advice from his crew. I figure I keep gettin the ‘supply run’ cuz he don’t care for my comments, that, and the fact that he keeps wastin explosives on unnecessary and inefficient blasting. Mr. Judah even commented on the fact that it seemed like our crew was going thru explosives like <cliche>. I find it interestin that Mr. Judah didn’t mind my comments regardin a bridge tress construction he was overseein and actually complimented me on my keen eye for weaknesses. Hell, I was right proud when he walked up to me in front of Mr. Johnson and asked if I could spare some time to look over another structure he was concerned about. I almost laughed as I caught a glimpse of Mr. Johnson as I walked away…he looked madder than an Irishman when the pub is closed for holiday.

God damn it! I can’t believe Sacramento ain’t got no munitions and I’m pretty sure we already run Folsom dry last month. I’m not sure what other towns in this area would have any. I’m sure San Francisco would have them, but that’s too much open country for a lone rider. I’ll just make a run to Nevada City.

Well…got the munitions, but Johnson ain’t gonna be happy considering how inept I am at haggling price. At least, I got a volume discount…I think. Kinda glad to be back here, at least I know where I can get a great meal.

I’ll be! That can’t be Gilbert sittin there. I’d figured Nurse Jane would have had to tie him to the bed until he was completely healed. I guess even she isn’t immune to his charming personality. He’s one lucky cuss! Although, he sure has had a bad run of luck when things have gotten nasty. I guess luck likes both sides.

‘Gilbert, I can’t believe you are out an about. What’d you have to do to convince Nurse Jane you were fixed?’
‘Sure I’m up for a night on the town! You don’t need to pay, but if you offer again, I won’t turn ya down.’

Gilbert sure knows how to have a good time and how does he manage to land the prettiest dancer? I bet Hazel or her friends wouldn’t have even talked to me if I wasn’t in Gilbert’s company. Well, probably not completely true, since they would probably be friendly if I was throwin around money like Gilbert was. I guess you don’t have to worry about losin money if you make sure you ain’t got much to keep up with. It sure was nice of Gilbert to treat me…sure beats the hell out of sittin in the ‘whiskey tent’ with the rest of the laborers. Looks like Gilbert has plans with Hazel so I’ll make my departure quick and get to my room…Johnson’s gonna be pissed it took me this long, but he’d be pissed at me for something so I may as well give him something.

Finally back. Better find Johnson and explain things and find out what I missed. I wonder how long this load of explosives will last…I bet I have to make another run to Sacramento before the month is up.

Interlude : Gilbert heals up
Non-adventure item(s) acquisition & time passage

Monday, January 11, 1858

As Gilbert road back into Nevada City, Nurse Jane strongly insisted that Gilbert spend at least three weeks off of his feet. She had fixed the wounds but she said that his “internal organs” need time to heal proper on the inside and that complete rest is the only way this can happen. With considerable aches and pains after the long ride back to town; Gilbert knew what he must do.

First he made sure that Darley is stabled and setup at the American Livery Stables at 30 Broad Street. Knowing he’ll try and check in on Darley at least every other day. He then makes his way over to the Hotel d’Paris and gets himself room and board for the week. The first couple of days fly by as Gilbert naps the days away, getting the rest his body so greatly needs after the gun fight on the cliff. Nurse Jane is diligent about checking on him every afternoon and Gilbert is thankful for the company. Near the end of the first week, poor Gilbert is getting rather bored. His friend, Samuel Davis, stops by and Gilbert spirits are lifted when Samuel agrees to purchase paper, envelopes, paper, and a fountain pen for Gilbert so he can write his little sister Mary Jane. When Samuel returns the next day with the letter writing equipment; he informs Gilbert that he has taken a job as a freelance reporter for the Nevada Journal – on temporary assignment in Sacramento covering the statehouse beat. Gilbert is sad to see his friend leave, but understands that a man with such smarts as Samuel will be good at writing important reports for the paper. Gilbert wishes his farewell and promises to write Samuel while he is in Sacramento.

At the start of the second week of his interment, Gilbert is downstairs paying his bill and Nurse Jane walks in. She makes an awful ruckus about Gilbert being up on his feet and rushes him up to his room and back into bed. Gilbert only imagines what she would have done had she known that Gilbert had just returned from the American Livery Stables and paying Henry Clements for looking after Darley. After a few days, Gilbert once again grows tired of watching the snow fall outside his window. He’s happy that he can spend time having Nurse Jane buy him a nice vest, Gilbert fells a bit bad that he sent her out a couple times claiming he didn’t like the pattern of the first few, but really he was just trying to pass time and enjoyed her company. That week, he also spent some time talking to Jess, and she helped Gilbert by buying him a brand new Sharps Carbine, a couple boxes of ammo, a cartridge belt, and rifle scabbard. Jess certainly knew her weapons; she has bought him a carbine telling him how it would be better for him with his riding skills. Gilbert had always been better with a rifle back home and was glad that he could finally afford one now that he was out West. He was even happier when Jess pointed out the window to show him that she had setup 3 bottles in the empty space behind the National Gymnasium. She opened the window slightly and Gilbert took some target practice before anyone could figure out where the shooting was coming from.

As the days dragged on Gilbert convinced Jon Jost to buy a pair of chaps for Gilbert so he could get back to ranch work as soon as the snow melted. He had a promise of work at Van Young spread up in Grass Valley and Gilbert couldn’t wait to get out there. Finally, Nurse Jane examined Gilbert and declared him fit and ready to get off of his feet. Gilbert let out a yelp of excitement and got dressed as quick as he could. As Gilbert was eating lunch downstairs, Garrett walked in and Gilbert convinced him to join him for a night on the town to celebrate his release! Gilbert took Garrett to get a bath, shave and a haircut, with Gilbert paying for it all. They spent the night drinking and dancing with the saloon girls. Gilbert didn’t mind spending his reward money to finally celebrate. Gilbert wasn’t quite sure how Garret ended his night. But Gilbert ended up spending it with Hazel, a lovely women he met somewhere during the night. They became such good friends that night that Gilbert shared his Gold Eagle coin with her.

A couple of mornings later, Gilbert loaded up Darley, purchased some rations and headed out to the Van Young ranch…

Interlude : Planning for Spring 1858

Players – please add comments to this adventure log with any details on what has been happening.

Here is what works well for the plot – but is subject to change if you want to go a different way.

  • Gilbert R. Warfield (John) Working a ranch hand for room & board at Van Young’s place in Grass Valley. Racing Darley whenever the opportunity presents itself – for a little coin, and the opportunity to stud in the spring.
  • John Jost Althaus (Greg) Trapping beaver in the Sierra Nevada, and just about to head back to Nevada City for a hot meal, soft bed and a bath.
  • Garrett Mathews (Kevin) Working for the Sacramento Valley Railroad clearing the tracks between Sacramento and Folsom. Angling to get a job as foreman when they start expanding the line to Placer County.
  • Jess Connor (Dave) Express messenger (later called “riding shotgun”) for the Pioneer Stage Line, making the run from Placerville to Folsom to Sacramento to Stockton and connecting to the Butterfield Express at San Jose. On the road between San Jose & Stockton on the return leg when the session starts.
  • Nurse Jane Wilson (Judi) Struggling to stay afloat in Nevada City with business turning sour.
  • Samuel Davis (Daniel) Freelance reporter for the Nevada Journal – on temporary assignment in Sacramento covering the statehouse beat
Chapter 3 - Treasure of the Sierra Nevada


Tuesday December 1, 1857

Sunrise – 7:00 am
Sunset – 4:45 pm
New moon today

Winter starts to set in in North California. People are settling in for a long winter in Nevada City, while others are counting their dollars to make sure they can see it through. Mines are getting their gold to San Francisco before the big snows come in. A group of “upstanding citizens” get pressed into action.

Samuel's young protege

Recollections from September 1857

Nevada City was a rough place for Samuel Davis. The lure of a profitable and promising position was dashed when Joseph Clark casually told him – “Well sorry ’bout that. You want a job at the diggings? I have a position opened up that could use a man with some education”. Davis had been working to string together enough private tutoring and teaching jobs to make ends meet, but it wasn’t going so well.

One of his few students was a bright boy of about seven named Willie D’Arcy. Willie comes from educated Philadelphia family and lived in a small hour just outside Nevada City on Rigby Hill.

His father (W.A. D’Arcy) caught gold fever and moved out in 1851. W.A.initial worked as an engineer to expand the hydraulic diggings at Sutter’s Mill and saw a string of successes. Willie and his mother Costance came out in the spring of 1853, and they have moved around several times going where his father found work.

In February ’56, W.A. got a job as engineer a big mining operation in Placer County – and he finally built the family house they wanted up on Rigby Hill. Life is looking great!

But it all came crashing down in June. The father took some poison gas and almost died, and still has health problems. He took to tonics and then whiskey to help dull the pain. Then in July the mule train got robbed with a month’s worth of gold – and the father took the fall.

Samuel ran into the D’Arcys back in September, about two weeks after coming to town. He met the kid, and was excited that this might be a real job. The house was so nice looking on the outside, that surely there was a family here that could pay cash money.

But the truth was different – W.A. hasn’t been able to get a job cause “he’s not trustworthy” and Constance has started taking in washing and mending work just to get money for bills. They don’t have the land to farm – so they are thinking about moving out to make a homestead along the Sacramento come the spring and trying to set aside as much as they can.

Samuel wanted to say he couldn’t help – but Willie is a bright boy, so he relented. So Constance darns his socks and washes his shirts – and Samuel spends one afternoon a week teaching the boy geography and history, and usually takes dinner with the family


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