Fort Sanders was a wooden U.S. Army fort constructed in 1866 on
the Laramie Plains in southern Wyoming. First named Fort John Buford, it was
renamed Fort Sanders after General William P . Sanders who died at the Siege of
Knoxville, Tennessee, during the American Civil War. This was the second fort named after Sanders, the first being
in Knoxville.
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| Fort Sanders officers quarters; http://wyomingsteakhouse.com |
Originally
intended to protect travelers on the nearby Overland Trail from Indian
attacks, the troops later protected
Union Pacific crews along the rail line from the Laramie Range to across the
plains. The railroad arrived near the fort in the spring of 1868.
In 1869 the town of Laramie
(originally called Laramie City) was created about 3 miles north of the fort. After
the construction of Fort D. A. Russell in Cheyenne in 1868, Fort Sanders became
less important, but the War Department maintained it until 1882 when the
buildings were sold. Today, the only building still partially standing on the grounds
of the fort is the stone guardhouse, built in 1869.
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| Remains of 1869 stone guardhouse; photo by Jeffrey Beall ; Creative Commons 3.0 |
Although Fort Sanders is
less famous than some other frontier forts, it served as the backdrop for an
important meeting that settled a dispute over the route of the Union Pacific
Railroad across Wyoming. The disagreement was between Thomas C. Durant, vice
president and general manager of the railroad, and General Grenville Dodge, the
UP’s chief engineer. (Details below)
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| Thomas C. Durant |
If you watched the TV series
Hell on Wheels, you know Thomas
Durant was depicted as a crafty, self-serving character. Although
fictionalized, this portrayal contained grains of truth.
Trained as a medical doctor, Durant gave up medicine to become
a financier and railroad promoter. He worked for the Chicago and Rock Island
Railroad, becoming acquainted with the company's president, Henry Farnam. The two
men formed a new company and contracted to manage construction of the
Mississippi and Missouri RR across Iowa, acquiring large land grants in the
process. The project entailed building a wooden railroad bridge, the first
bridge across the Mississippi River. The bridge connected the M&M with the
Chicago and Rock Island RR.
Durant actually built the line less than halfway across Iowa,
but he and his cohorts became rich through stock manipulation. The Rock Island eventually
took over and completed the route to Council Bluffs, Iowa, on the Missouri River.
In 1862 President Abraham Lincoln chose Durant’s new company,
the Union Pacific, to build the eastern half of the first Transcontinental Railroad.
The starting point was at Council Bluffs.
Durant had a ruthless reputation, known for “squeezing friend
and foe for personal gain.” Since the government paid for each mile of track
laid, he overrode his engineers, ordering track to be laid in large,
unnecessary oxbows. And he was in no hurry. Over the first two-and-a-half
years, the UP only completed 40 miles of track and some 10 miles more of
roadbed. Peter A. Dey, the chief engineer, quit due to a routing dispute with Durant.
Meanwhile, during
the Civil War, Durant made a fortune smuggling contraband cotton from the
Confederate States with the help of Gen. Grenville M. Dodge, who served as
General Ulysses S. Grant’s intelligence chief. Dodge held a degree in civil
engineering and also oversaw the rapid repair
and rebuilding of railroads, bridges, and telegraph lines destroyed by the
Confederates. After the war, Durant employed Dodge as the UP’s
chief engineer and the pace of construction picked up.
However, Durant sometimes
interfered with Dodge’s choice of route, allowing his consulting engineer, Silas
Seymour, to change it – not to the advantage of the railroad. He tried this
again when the line reached Rock Creek west of Laramie, Wyoming. Durant’s change added
twenty miles to the route, costing the company more.
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| Meeting at Fort Sanders; General Grant with hands on fence; also present are Gen. Sheridan and Gen. Sherman |
Matters came to a head at Fort Sanders in July 1868. General Grant came west along with others as part of his presidential campaign. While at the fort, they they reviewed the dispute between Durant and Dodge. Grant declared Dodge was to make all route decisions, with no further interference from Durant.
Now I must confess I have a soft spot in my heart for fort Sanders. You see, it's where Captain David Taylor, the hero of Darlin' Irish, my very first novel, is stationed. He's on his way back to the fort after a trip east when he meets Jessie Devlin, the feisty heroine, at the Union Pacific depot in Omaha.
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Book excerpt:
A woman’s shriek rent the air, interrupting his ruminations and jerking
him to attention. The sound had come from inside the depot.
“What the devil?” he muttered. Cutting a path between startled travelers,
he shoved open the door and stepped into the building. The stuffy interior
reeked of tobacco and sweaty bodies. Finding a gap in the crowd, David caught
sight of a red-faced young corporal. The trooper bobbed and weaved, arms raised
to fend off blows being rained upon him by a woman in a brown poke bonnet. Her
weapon was a heavy looking black reticule.
“Scoundrel! I’ll teach ye some manners, I will!” she vowed in a furious
Irish brogue. Swinging wildly, she sent the corporal’s blue cap flying.
“Take it easy, lady!” he cried. “I didn’t mean no harm.”
Wondering what offense the man had committed, David shouldered his way
through the crowd until he stood directly behind the woman. Slim and a head
shorter than himself, she wore a calico gown, the same drab color as her
bonnet. Some settler’s wife, he assumed. But where was her husband?
“No harm, indeed! Stand still, ye heathen, and take what’s comin’ to ye,”
she ranted. As she spoke, the yellow-haired corporal spotted David’s uniform
and threw him a desperate look.
Feeling duty-bound to step in, David cleared his throat loudly and said,
“Excuse me, ma’am, but perhaps that’s enough. The corporal might be needed in
one piece when he gets back to his post.” His remark drew laughter from several
bystanders.
The woman snorted angrily. “Indeed? Well, I don’t give a fig whether the
lout is in one piece or twenty!” So saying, she landed a solid whack on the
corporal’s noggin that made him yelp.
“Get ’im, darlin’!” a man in the crowd shouted, egging her on.
Afraid the young soldier might retaliate, David reached out to grasp the
woman’s arms, stopping her in mid-swing. “Ma’am, if you’ll just settle down . .
. .”
“Let me go!” she shrilled, attempting to wrench free.
He should have complied with her demand, but some primitive instinct made
him slip an arm around her and haul her back against him. A sweet scent of lilacs
and woman washed over him, and he instantly grew aware of her feminine curves.
She gasped indignantly. “How dare ye? Bithiúnach! Muclach! Take
your filthy hands off me.”
Glad he didn’t understand Irish, David cursed under his breath when she
rammed her heel into his shin. It didn’t hurt much thanks to his leather boots;
nor did the small fists pounding on his arms. But her frantic twisting sent the
wrong signal to his male parts.
“Calm down, you little wildcat!” he growled. Releasing her, he stepped back
before he humiliated himself.
Whirling around, the woman drew back her arm as if to slap him, only to
freeze when their eyes met. A choked sound escaped her lips and the angry color
drained from her cheeks. Seeing her sway, David grasped her shoulders to steady
her. Her hands clutched his forearms as he returned her wide-eyed stare.
Her eyes were sapphire blue, so dazzling that he had trouble breaking
their hold upon him. When he did, he noticed how young she looked – eighteen or
twenty, he guessed – and what a beauty she was.
His gaze wandered over her smooth, creamy cheeks and dainty nose then
lingered on her pink parted lips. Forcing himself to look elsewhere, he noted
the dark auburn curls framing her brow. Her ugly bonnet hid the rest of her
hair, but he bet it would look like silk when she let it down.
Then he noticed how rapidly her breasts rose and fell, and desire surged
through him, swift and strong. He felt a loco urge to pull her into his arms
and kiss her. Reluctantly dragging his gaze back to her sapphire eyes, he
wondered what had come over her. A moment ago, she’d been mad as a hornet. Now
she stared at him as if she were seeing a ghost.
Dazed by the sight of him, Jessie wondered vaguely if she was having one
of her visions. Her gaze kept returning to his gray-green eyes. Crowned by dark
brows with an eerily familiar slant, they matched those she’d so often seen in
her dreams. Could this tall, uniformed stranger be the man she had left home to
find? She hadn’t expected her quest to bear fruit so soon. And the longer she
studied his sun-bronzed, square-jawed face, arrow-straight nose and unyielding
mouth, the more she doubted he was the one.
Those rakish features were hard, not gentle, and his hauntingly familiar
eyes did not caress her like the ones in her dreams. Instead, they devoured
her, making her stomach flutter and her heart race. When he boldly stared at
her breasts, they tingled as if he were actually touching them. Stunned by her
reaction, she inhaled sharply, catching the scent of shaving soap and virile
male. She wondered if he would kiss her.
Sweet heaven! What was she thinking? She didn’t want him to kiss her. This
fierce looking stranger could not be the man she was seeking. Surely his eye
color and slanted brows were merely a coincidence.
Lyn Horner is
a multi-published, award-winning author of western historical romance and
romantic suspense novels, all spiced with paranormal elements. She is a former
fashion illustrator and art instructor who resides in Fort Worth, Texas –
“Where the West Begins” - with her husband and a pair of very spoiled cats. As
well as crafting passionate love stories, Lyn enjoys reading, gardening, genealogy,
visiting with family and friends, and cuddling her furry, four-legged children.
