Sometimes, a little bit of doubt - all wrapped up in a pack of lies - can lead straight to an amazing discovery.
So, let me get this straight: my step-third-great-grandmother was a Deadwood pioneer, a mystery, and a good old-fashioned genealogy logic problem...just waiting to be solved? Sign. Me. Up.
They didn't have much in common with my ancestors, but the Wardners knew how it felt to be alone during life's darkest hours. And on a bleak winter day in 1885, the wealthy man helped the poor man. Both were richer for it.