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.
He immigrated to a strange land and thrived in that land. He crossed paths with outlaws, rebels, and legends. He loved his family and his friends. The Bohemian Count made a life...not just a living!