19th-century People of Shadow Ranch
Below are 19th-century people of Shadow Ranch:
Dirk Valentine
An outlaw who fell in love with Frances Humber, a girl who lived at Shadow Ranch in the 19th century. He was an outlaw who only stole from people who had enough money to begin with, a seemingly Southern Robin Hood. Frances' dad was the local sheriff, so Dirk and Frances had to meet on the sly. Unfortunately, Frances' dad intercepted one of Dirk's letters telling Frances where to meet him, and arrested him. Dirk was later hanged.
Frances Humber
A girl who lived at Shadow Ranch and Dirk's sweetheart. She had been banned from seeing Dirk by her father because Dirk was an outlaw. She never found the treasure because her father always intercepted the letters sent by Dirk. Dave Gregory's (the current Shadow Ranch foreman)'s great aunt is related to Frances Humber.
Meryl Humber
Frances' father who arrested and hanged Dirk. He intercepted the letters that Dirk wrote to Frances that lead to the treasure. Frances refers to him as the vilest man ever born.
Cashmeer Valentine
Dirk's father.
Eldrich Humber
Frances' grandfather who owned the chest that is located in Mary Yazzie's gift shop.
Abigail Humber
Frances' grandmother who also owned the chest located in Mary's shop.
Ellie Humber
Frances' cousin who received a letter from Frances saying that if Ellie finds the treasure it's all hers. Dave Gregory(the current foreman of Shadow Ranch) is her great nephew.
Cappy Munger
The leading citizen in Dry Creek in the 19th century. He owned a restaurant where Dirk and Frances ate Frances's favorite crackers.
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