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I can take pic of treads tomorrow

Fightin words...

I'll take the 24b

If so, please pm me.

Have great memories of that place

My tale is wrought with service to AZ and my fellow man. But greed, betrayal and injustice raised its ugly head, all in the last year's of my life. I was born in IL to an Anglo father and Wyandotte mother around 1840. So it seemed perfectly natural to marry a member of the Pima Tribe upon moving to AZ in 1860. I fathered a daughter we named Juana whom would someday fight for her share of my estimated fortune of $1.6 million, all the way to the US Supreme CT. Only to be judged to have no standing in the case because marriages between Anglos and native Americans was deemed illegal. With the help of Territorial Gov. Goodwin, I embarked on a letter writing campaign to Pres Lincoln in 1861 and his Sec. Of War to help me arm the local Pima and Maricopa's with muskets and training in order to fight the Apaches. It worked. I was so highly thought of by the friendly Native Americans that in 1880, a Papago friend led me into a sparse and lonely valley in South Central AZ, and showed me the location of a fabulously rich silver lode. A town rose up around the mine that I ran like a fiefdom. There was a mercantile with fair prices, bank, hotel and library but alcohol was not allowed. Fair wages were paid at the mine and town businesses and no racial discrimination of any kind was allowed. I suffered a minor stroke around 1890 and my two business partners, which included my younger brother, moved quickly to take over my holdings. They had me sent to a sanatorium in northern CA where in a short time I was released and deemed healthy. My partners sued me in court saying I was insane and unable to run the mine. The proof they offered was my marriage to a native American. They had me rearrested and a crooked guardian ad litem was assigned to my affairs. I was sent back to the hospital in Napa where I was interned until my death. Who am I?

What kind of work?

What was his town named?

Dammit! Lol

I don't think you'd see Bernie fighting in a militia

Yeah I considered that too. The cemetery he's buried in.has been on the news. Isn't that 13Ave and Jefferson?

Accounts of birth places, deaths, years not too reliable back then. Just like Wickenburg being in the Walker Party. Some accounts have him there, others do not. I've found accounts of Garfias born anywhere from 1847-51 and MEX or CA.

Terrible pic but I think Tony has it

Jonas Brighton

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I was born in England, 1825 but my family soon migrated to the USA, settling in KS. I landed in Arizona City during the Civil War and was one of Henry Wickenburgs first employees at the Vulture Mine. But soon I was in the desert some 45 miles west of Wickenburg with two Mexican employees digging for water where the road junctioned heading to Arizona City or to La Paz on the Colorado R. After a couple failures I finally hit water at 200' and immediately began building a station and alerting the army and freight lines that I was in business. .50 cents would buy thirsty beasts and travelers a barrel of water. Business boomed and I ran stock in the area. Once while out gathering steers I came across the body of a young man whom had perished in the desert just short of my well. I was so upset that from that point on I hoisted a lantern up on a tall pole each night so people could find my station. Even after my death, my widow carried on this tradition for as long as there were travelers on the road. Who am I and what was my station referred to ?

Yes and the station was called...?

Correct valley

No and no

Ok, just got one from somebody else...

Negatory. No town here.

In 1854 my skull was cracked and I was shot in the back, carrying the pistol ball in me a quarter century until I died. I drank heavily and became addicted to morphine to mask the pain. I migrated to AZ long before the Civil War and kept incredibly busy in my short life. I fought as the Confederate commander in the wars westernmost action but within months would be on the Unions payroll. I fought Apaches from Pinos Altos to the Bradshaw Mtns, but adopted and raised two orphaned Apache children. While on a prospecting trip with Henry Wickenburg and others, I refused to leave the trail and investigate a quartz outcropping near the Hassayampa River. Henry left our party behind and that outcropping became the Vulture Mine. I discovered Rich Hill and the Potato Patch helping to create the AZ Gold Rush. Two gold nuggets I gave to General James Carelton, he would later place in the hands of President Abraham Lincoln. I died 1878, in miserable conditions, incarcerated for a crime I did not commit, dying just days before being exonerated.

Yes. When the bridge opened in 1927, it was Arizona's longest. The projects were funded by Frank Gillispie whom made a fortune as an OK wildcat. But son Bernard, fresh out of college was put in charge of the projects.