A trip to Texas

Caed, Cole Dakota, Mrs. Lilly and Hawkins sat in the second floor Bar of the paddle wheel steamboat Julius C. Wilkie talking until the sun began to rise on the eastern horizon discussing Cole and Mrs Lilly’s visit back east to a Congressman friend from Connecticut, the troubles in the Arizona Territory, and how Caed and Hawkins could be of use in helping to resolve their troubles back home. Cole removed a small leather pouch from his vest pocket and laid it on the table in front of Caed and Hawkins, it made a metallic clang as it hit the table . “Now I expect to see you two fellers just as we planned, you do this right and there will be twice as much in the next bag, Come on Lilly let’s leave these two gentlemen alone as I need to catch up on my rest to start the trip home to Arizona tomorrow. The four said their goodbyes and agreed upon a place and time to meet again in Arizona. Cole and Mrs. Lilly were in a rush to return home to Arizona, and would be getting off of the boat the next day. It would take Caed and Hawkins almost another four weeks to complete the contract they had signed, to work on the boat dealing Faro, before they could head west. They would depart when the boat returned to New Orleans and then head west from there. Hawkins made his way to his cabin located on the third floor and then undressed and climbed into bed setting the small brass pistol on the table next to him and the ivory handled knife under his pillow. It had been a long evening and he needed the rest. As he lay there in bed Hawkins thought about the conversation he had with Cole and Mrs. Lilly. He was sure that Cole was a good man, and Caed had never got the sense that he was lying to them. He closed his eyes and rolled over on his side as his mind drifted into a state of sleep as he dreamed about places he had never seen, but only heard about.   

The next four weeks went quickly as Caed and Hawkins dealt Faro and discussed the trip west and how to best arrive unseen once they made it to Arizona. All of their gear was stored by the steamboat company in New Orleans and they would gather all of it and make plans from there. The Juliius C. Wilkie arrived in New Orleans as scheduled and Cade and Hawkins collected the fifteen hundred dollars each from the steam line company as payment, and found a hotel to stay in until they were able to locate a ship heading to Galveston, Texas. The steam line delivered three trunks to the hotel, and a letter asking the two men to sign on for another six month contract for nearly three thousand dollars each. It was a great offer, but the men had made an agreement with Cole and Mrs. Lilly and they had never gone back on their word. Caed left to go and find a ship traveling west as Hawkins opened the trunks and stared to sort thru the clothing, hats and other gear. He pulled a leather rifle case from the trunk and removed his 1866 Henry Carbine. It felt good to hold the rifle back in his hands again and the action was still smooth. He also took out a seven inch revolver still in its holster and wrapped in the belt. It was hard to believe it had been over a year since he had held the firearms in his hands again. After what had happened in Virginia, he was glad to have Cade to watch his back this time around. It seemed that Caed had only been gone a few minutes, as Hawkins went thru the rest of the gear separating out what they would not need when he walked back thru the door. “Looks like we have a ride to Galveston on new ship that just arrived today called the Elissa”. “Good work Caed, we should be ready by tomorrow, and everything is here. We just need some more ammo and we should be set”. The two men sat of the floor side by side cleaning the pistols and rifles they removed from the trunks and sorting clothes; they worked till late in the night and then went to bed in preparation to board the ship the next day.

Caed was already down stairs in the dining area eating breakfast as Hawkins walked down the stairs followed by six men carrying the three trunks. Hawkins was dressed in black boots, black pants, white shirt, black and white striped vest, a bowler hat, and his Burgundy Jacket with black velvet cuffs and collar. Most everyone in the dining area watched Hawkins walking down the stairs as Caed just shook his head. As Hawkins approached the table, Caed spoke without looking up at him, “You know, you do that in Arizona and everyone in town will know who you are.”  “I know Caed, that is why I pulled it out this morning, it has been over a year since I wore this Jacket” Hawkins replied as he stood their taking in all the attention he could from those looking in his direction.  Turning to the men with the trunks, “Gentlemen, please take the green one back to the steam boat company and the two blue ones to the sailing ship Elissa down at the Docks". Hawkins then joined Caed at the table removing his hat and the two men ate breakfast together before heading down to the docks.

The ship Elissa was a three-masted, iron-hulled sailing ship that had been built in Aberdeen, Scotland and it was a beautiful sailing ship. The Elissa was in a class of Tall Sailing ships classified by the configuration of the sailing rig called a barque. It was well equipped and a fast sailing ship. The two men were amazed by the cabins on board and the professional manor of the Captain and crew. As always Caed had done a great job at finding them transportation. It would take only three days for the ship to sail from New Orleans to Galveston and another two days from Galveston to Corpus Christi, where Caed and Hawkins would disembark. Corpus Christi was a small coastal town, but had everything the two men would need for the journey to Arizona. The town was filled with Vaqueros, cowboys, sailors, and towns’ people as cattle were driven on and off ships and thru the city. The two men fit in as they had put away their fancy clothing from back east and dressed as Texas cowboys. Caed was dressed in black pants a tan shirt and black vest with a tan Stetson hat, Hawkins was in tan pants, Moccasin boots, green shirt and had a large Texas style straw hat on. The two men both wore their pistol belts and were fully armed, as most Texans were, and no one seemed to notice them. The two trunks were delivered to a small boarding house on the eastern edge of Corpus Christi as Caed and Hawkins went about purchasing food, horses, ammo and other supplies they would need. They planned to purchase the equipment and hopefully find a guild to take them most of the way to Arizona in a day or so. After purchasing five horses Caed and Hawkins went and ate lunch at a small restaurant. While the two men sat and ate, Caed saw a man over six feet tall wearing gray pants, two ivory handled pistols in a red sash, a red vest, white shirt, yellow silk scarf and tan hat with long hair down past his shoulders looking thru the window of the restaurant. He stopped looking when he saw Caed and Hawkins and turned and yelled something inaudible to an unseen individual as he walked away. Caed spoke without looking up, “Hey, I think someone found us”, “Dame, I had hoped to have been here longer than this, Maybe I should have worn my Jacket” Caed, just chuckled in response.  After eating, they checked their pistols under the table and headed out to the street unafraid of what may await them. “Now Caed, if they start shooting just stay low and keep firing”, Caed nodded as the two walked up the street. Caed spotted the tall man following them as they walked toward the boarding house where they were staying. The two men walked around the corner of a small barn and Caed ran around to the other side of the building as Hawkins stood in place with pistol drawn. The man ran around the corner of the barn and saw Hawkins pistol pointed straight in his face only inches away. The man thru up both hands and shouted “Whoa there Hawkins, don’t shoot me, dame the Boss said you were good” He then heard a click behind him as Caed cocked his pistol behind the tall man. “I was sent by Cole to help you get to Arizona” the tall man exclaimed. Then Caed heard a click behind him as the hammer of a single action shotgun cocked. “Looks like what we have here is a Mexican standoff amigos, and since I am the only Mexican I win” , “Rooster, knock it off before you get me shot dame it” The Tall man replied. “I’m the Tall Texan, and this is Rooster, Cole sent us here and said you would be arriving sometime this week and that we were supposed to guide you back to Arizona”. “Alright Texan, what is it that Cole told me never to ask him to do?” “Ah, that would be to play cards with him” replied the tall man. Hawkins lowered his pistol and un-cocked it as did Caed. Rooster put the shot gun back over his shoulder and the four men walked together to the boarding house. They had much to talk about and plans to make for the trip into Arizona and Hawkins didn’t want to leave anything to chance.  

A new Pistol

For those of you that may have seen the show American Guns on the Discovery Channel, it is filmed here in Wheat Ridge Colorado. I visited the Gunsmoke store today and had the opportunity to meet Rich Wyatt and his daughter Paige. The staff, Rich, and Paige were extremely friendly and very helpful. The store was full of customers, but I did not get the feeling that anyone was being ignored even with the amount of people in the store. Rich was posing for pictures and signing his autograph for customers as well as chating about the firearms in the store and what people were looking for. I found a great new Pistol just in time for Christmas and look forward to the chance to fire it. Thanks Rich and the crew at Gunsmoke for helping me find a great new Pistol and be sure to catch their show American Guns on the Discovery Channel.     

http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/american-guns/

A man named Cole Dakota

The sulfur grey smoke filled the air and blocked the view of anything you could see that was more than a few feet in front of him. Hawkins laid flat on the ground next to the 1861 Parrott Rifled Cannon on top of the trampled grass, the cannon ramrod held firm in his left hand next to him on the ground. He could still feel the ringing in his ears, that he had become so accustomed to, as only moments before the four gun battery hand been firing again and again, sending round after round across the field against the oncoming Confederate army. The pistol he wore on his side, in the black leather military holster, dug uncomfortably into his hip causing him to adjust his position in the grass. Hawkins could see Private Rodgers lying in the grass on the opposite side of the cannon, pistol in one hand and ramrod in the other. He could sense Sgt. Hampton kneeling near the back of the cannon behind him. They could all hear the sounds of combat and rifles firing at some distance away and all awaited the next command from Capt. Vander Maten who was somewhere behind them, most likely trying to see thru the smoke, that had been caused by the repeated firing of the cannons, with his binoculars. Suddenly a lone rider on a horse burst thru the smoke rearing back and pointing his pistol at the men around the cannon and pulled the trigger. Hawkins could see the burst of smoke and flame from the end of the pistol, as he awoke suddenly siting up from the bed he was lying in and reaching for where his holstered pistol would have been.

The room was pitched black and he could smell the sulfur smoke in the air from the engines of the paddle wheeler. The sound of gun fire could be heard just outside of his room. He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to what little light there was in the room. He still awoke from dreams of battle, even though the war had ended almost ten years ago. “Some dame fools standing out on deck shooting at something” he thought to himself. Hawkins got out of bed and opened the window slats on the small window of the cabin. There was a stand in the corner of the room with a bowl and water pitcher on it. A mirror was attached to the wall above the stand. He poured water into the bowl and splashed water onto his face and head. He picked up a small towel from the chair next to the stand and dried his face and head. He looked out the window and could see the sky alight with red and yellow streaks as the sun was setting. His vest hung from the back of the chair and he removed the watch in the pocket to see what time it was, almost eight pm, “Time to get dressed for work and go meet Caed” he thought to himself. Hawkins got dressed in his white cotton shirt with alabaster buttons, red silk vest, black pants and black lace shoes. He tied the black string tie around the collar of his shirt and then put a small brass double barrel ivory handle pistol into his pocket and a pearl handled double edged knife into the sheath located on his right side. He left his small cabin on the second floor of the paddle wheel steamboat Julius C. Wilkie and started walking down to the game room on the first floor. Passengers and crew were active all over the ship as dinner was finished being served, and people made their way down to the game room on the first floor of the five deck paddle wheel steamboat. The passengers were dressed in their very best as they walked about the ship. There were ladies in European style dresses wearing fancy ear rings and necklaces, some had their hair up in a bun held in place with long Pins topped by Ivory or other gem stones while others wore fancy feather covered hats. The men all wore jackets and hats mostly dressed in black. Hawkins would node his head and say good evening as he walked past the many passengers in the corridors. He stopped in the small bar located mid ship on the second floor, as It was where you could usually find him, if he wasn’t working in the game room or sleeping. Tim, the African American bar tender was wiping glasses and preparing the bar for a busy evening. “Hey Tim, can you get me some coffee and a bowl of soup?”, Tim nodded his head, “Sure Hawkins”. Tim went thru a door behind the bar leading into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of soup and coffee. Both were hot and tasted good. Hawkins chatted with Tim for a short while as a few customers entered the small bar and ordered drinks then sat down to visit with friends. Tim was a good bartender and a friendly fellow; he had worked as a bartender in one of the many bars in New Orleans before joining the crew on the Paddle Wheeler and always seemed to know what was going on aboard ship. “Hey, what was all that shooting about earlier that woke me up out of a sound sleep?” He asked Tim. “Oh, that was the big Russian Latimer, He challenged some fellow to a shooting match to see who would pay the bill for drinks, they spent most the day over there in the corner drinking and looking at a bunch of papers”.  

Hawkins finished the soup and got another cup of coffee from Tim, then headed to the game room. He walked the short distance along the ship and down the stairs to the first floor deck and entered the large double doors into the game room. The band was already playing music on the large elevated stage toward the bow of the ship. Some couples danced on the dance floor at the foot of the stage while others sat at tables. The room was well light by Kerosene lamps located on the walls and on the tables. The room was bustling with people looking for open tables to sit or a place on the dance floor where waiters were serving passengers. Hawkins walked toward the rear of the game room where the poker and Faro tables were located. Caed was sitting at one of the three Faro Tables with the Case keeper in front of him with a nervous look on his face, he looked liked he was saying something to the people seated at the table. Three men and two women sitting at the table, but Hawkins could not hear what Caed was saying to them over the music and noise in the room. The Case Keeper was a small wooden box that folded in half on a brass hinge. On the inside of the box were miniature cards that marked Ace thru king with a metal bar and four beads on each bar. In the card game Faro, a card was played and one of the four markers for each card would be moved to mark that the particular card had been played and it was Caed’s job to keep track of all the cards and when they were played.   

Hawkins walked the thirty feet or so to the table and when Caed caught sight of him he smiled with a look of relief. Caed was a good Case Keeper and although he had not been playing the game very long. However playing Faro just about every night on the ship, for the last year or so, had taught him quite a bit about the game. Hawkins sat down at the table and apologized for being tardy, and explained that his delay was unavoidable. The players didn’t seem to care as Hawkins cut the soda card from the deck and Caed marked it in the Case Keeper. The players placed their bets on the table and Hawkins turned the first card over called the dealers Card, a two of Harts and Caed marked it in the Case Keeper. Next Hawkins turned the next card in the deck over called the players card, a five of Spades and Cade marked it in the Case Keeper. Hawkins collected a chip that had been placed on the two, and no one had bet on the five. He continued to deal cards this same way for the next few hours drinking coffee and talking a short break to stand when the cards had to be reshuffled. Around one o’clock that morning a cowboy dressed in black slacks, a blue shirt and black vest with a black Stetson hat made his way over to the table. He had a woman with him dressed in a long blue dress that looked like it had been made in France. The couple held hands as they approached and the cowboy took a seat at the Faro table while the woman stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. Hawkins dealt the last two cards from the deck and collected chips from the losers and paid the winners. The other players left the table as Hawkins began to shuffle the cards to start a new Faro game. The Cowboy had a serious look on his face and looked Hawkins up and down as he shuffled the cards. Hawkins took the deck and placed the cards on the table in front of him.  “Welcome friend, I haven’t seen you and your lady before tonight, you just get on board earlier today?” The Cowboy nodded in response. “You here to player Faro” Hawkins asked him. The Cowboy slowly shook his head then replied “I’ve heard lots about you Hawkins, mostly good that is”, “Well that is nice to know”, Hawkins replied. “Do you mind if we talk in private for a moment?” the Cowboy asked. Hawkins looked at Caed, “Hey, why don’t you go and stretch a bit and get us some coffee Caed”. Caed got up from the table and walked away. “Please sir, you may proceed”. “Hawkins, my name is Cole Dakota and I got a Ranch out in Arizona Territory, and if you’re as good as they say you are I could use some assistance from you” Hawkins picked up the card deck in front of him and began to shuffle them again then placed the deck of cards in front of Cole, Cole cut the cards and pushed them back to Hawkins. Hawkins then turned the top four cards over from the top of the Deck, all four Aces. Cole sat back in the chair and smiled, “Son, it looks like you and I can do business together, just don’t ask me to play cards with you” The two men shook hands across the table and Caed came back with the coffee cups for him and Hawkins. “Caed here is my back up and I trust him, let’s go upstairs and talk” The two men got up and all four walked to the second floor Bar to discuss the business Cole Dakota needed assistance with in the Arizona Territory.

Back at the Buckhorn Exchange Resturant in Denver on Sunday Dec 4th

Hawkins and Caed Aldwych will be back at the Buckhorn Exchange Restaurant and Saloon in Denver hosting our Faro game in the upstairs Saloon area. The Buckhorn Exchange is the oldest Restaurant and Bar in Denver established in 1893and a great place to have dinner and learn about the history of Colorado. Many famous people have dinned in this amazing location on some of the great food they serve such as Prime grade beef steaks, buffalo prime rib, elk, salmon, quail, game hen, and succulent baby-back pork ribs, these are just some of the marvelous offerings on the Buckhorn menu. They also have some amazing exotic appetizers such as alligator tail, rattlesnake and buffalo sausage available, and no dinner is complete without the house specialty, Rocky Mountain Oysters. So be sure to make plans to come visit the Buckhorn Exchange this Sunday to have an amazing dinner and try your luck at a game of Faro in the upstairs Saloon.

http://www.buckhornexchange.com/

1000 Osage Str. 

Denver, CO 80204 

303-534-9505

How my life as a Historical Reenactor began

My love for American History was born of the many trips I took with my Grandmother, family and Boy Scout troop as a youth to historic locations across our great Country. I was blessed in so many ways as a youth to be able to travel and learn about our history from people that had a love for it. My Grandmother Phyllis Starr always had the most interesting collection of historic books in her home and My Grandfather Les Hockley was a true Colorado Cowboy born and raised in Weld county Colorado. Both would have a deep influence on my love of history and the pursuit of learning I follow today.

In 1995 thru what some would call providence I gave up my hobby as a Paintball player. I had enjoyed many years of the sport and had some great adventures in New York, Pennsylvania, North Dakota, Arizona and California participating in World Record Games, 24 hour scenario games, and even the opportunity to shoot it out with Rick Schroder, who is very good by the way, on a great paintball field in Arizona. But as God planned it was time to do something different with my weekends and money. My family and I attended the Festival of the West that year and I would later join Southwest Legends Gunfighters, a living history / reenactment group in Phoenix Arizona. James Davis, Tom Lowe and so many others help me to become the Western Living Historian I am today as part of Southwest Legends Gunfighters and it was a great start to what I do today.

I was also blessed with the opportunity to work with some amazing Men and ladies from the 1st Texas Lt Artillery also located in Arizona. With them I had the opportunity to work on and actually fire a fully functional Cannon. We even took a trip to Imperial Valley CA. where we fired Cannon Balls at a target 800 yards away. My father greatly enjoyed the trip out to the California desert to watch at the live fire event.

My family also participated with an organization called We Make History and their annual Heritage Festival where my wife portrayed a Prairie school teacher and my sons dressed the part in uniform and helped to teach and learn about the history of America.

Due to a change in my employment like so many others have faced these days, we moved from Arizona to Colorado in January 2011. Our family continues on with our adventures as a reenacting family here in Colorado and participate both at Four Mile Historic park in Denver and with the Vision Heirs, a Colonial American reenacting group. We greatly enjoy this new place we call home and look forward to the many adventures it holds for us. Thru this Blog I hope to be able to teach others about American History, promote reenacting in Colorado and to also have fun and make the most of the gift that I have been given. So keep an eye on my blog as I post some fun events online and write about the life and adventures of Ezra Hawkins, my alter ego and reenacting character as I explore the American West and work to keep the history of the American West alive for future generations.