Just some thoughts:
Tom Clavin has written a very interesting book on what at one time was considered the wickedest town in the American west, Dodge City, Dodge City, Kansas.
The book has a lot to do with the lives of Wyatt Earp, Bat Masterson and their efforts to “clean up the city,” in the late 1800s.
Two stories about the one time reputation of Dodge City. A rather despondent man was riding on the rail line when the curious conductor tapped his shoulder and inquired of him, “Hey fella where you headed?” “To Hell most likely” the man muttered. The conductor responded, “That’s two dollars, and you get off at Dodge City.”
The story is also told that more than one wagon train would be traveling with anticipation of coming into Dodge City in a few miles. A minister with the group once prayed, “Oh Lord, we pray thee, protect us with thy mighty hand. We have survived cloudbursts, hailstorms, floods, thirst, parched heat as well as horse thieves and Indians. But now oh Lord, we face our gravest danger,, Dodge City ahead. Help us, save us, we beseech thee.”
You know sometimes we need “prayers” for where abouts we are going.
Today Dodge City is a city of about 28,000 and evidently has survived its once less positive reputation. I have driven thru there and made it safely.
October 3, 2018
Posted May 13, 2019