The town of Ouray, while only a century and a quarter old, was rich in history and Fred O'Connor, together with a cadre of widows with similar interests, spent many hours reading Ouray's old newspapers and written accounts.
He was remarkably spry, healthy for his age, and had broken the hearts of half the widows in Parkside.
They were all designed for Fortune 500 executives, not poorly paid detectives sworn to keep the streets safe for orphans and widows.
We'll give old Fred something to do—besides chasing widows around Parkside.
For widows or deep mourning the peculiar cut of the local costume is preserved, but carried out entirely in black.
