When I promised Monday to write some more on Camp Floyd/Fairfield’s colorful history, I had forgotten is that I had already touched on my favorite story in an earlier post. That’s ok– it’s still a cold case.
What drives me nuts about this story is that I can’t seem to dig up the details on it. The only account of this event comes from this wall plaque at Fairfield’s [possibly haunted] Stagecoach Inn:
My thoughts when I read this plaque:
1. When did this take place?
2. Who was Guest A?
3. Who was Guest B?
4. Did Guest B need to change his britches after the shot passed 2 feet over his head? And,
5. Did he beat up Guest A in the morning?
Crazy, I know. Heaven forbid somebody make a passing mention in a journal somewhere. Well I’m certainly not losing sleep over this, but how cool would it be to know little stuff like this?
The Utah State Parks Service made the plaque based on information provided by the descendants of John Carson, who built the inn in 1858. According to Parks Service staff at Camp Floyd, there was no registry kept at the inn, and the story of the shooting was passed down through oral tradition. Gotta love that!
Fortunately the evidence is there. One bullet hole in one wall, a matching hole through the other, and pellet marks on both. We know the inn was frequented by the legendary Porter Rockwell, but just for fun I think we can rule him out:
First, it’s doubtful that an ace gunslinger like Porter would have accidentally discharged a shotgun. Second, if he had been Guest A, Porter would have profusely apologized to Guest B, bought him a new pair of britches, given him free drinks for life at one of his saloons, and patched the walls himself. That would have made it into a newspaper somewhere.
Could Porter have been Guest B? Well, as far as we know, Guest A made it out of the inn alive. Just sayin’.
So it looks like I’m out of luck on this one. At least for another 20 years or so until somebody’s great great great great grandkid finds a journal in an attic.