My wife and I had started a general Insurance agency and real estate business in Gillette, Wyoming. I was the chief salesman and had begun to travel outside our immediate area seeking clients. On one such trip, I spent the night at the historical Irma Hotel in Cody, Wyoming. I was facing a rather boring evening by myself when I began to recall my friendship with Sheriff Blackburn. I again began thinking of the story of Earl Durand, so I decided to wander over to the county library to seek further details on the history of the Durand event. I was told that a signifi cant fi le was preserved about the event, but that the fi le was kept at the Powell library.