This was the last hanging by vigilantes in the Panhandle, but occasionally the cow-punchers, to give travelers on the Union Pacific a thrill, would pull off a stunt by hanging a dummy to a pole near the railroad, and shoot it full of holes, as a train pulled into town.

In the middle eighties, Charley Trognitz was sheriff of Cheyenne county, and he had a bill disallowed by the commissioners, which he himself considered was an error upon their part. The board then consisted of A. Frame, J. W. Harper and Joe Atkins.

In the routine of county business there came a time when they must inspect the county jail. Trognitz let them all get well inside, and locked them in. Rattling the big keys upon the bars, he asked. "Now will you allow the bill." They capitulated. Charley said he knew he could not hold them to it, but they also knew that he knew enough about them to keep them there for life, and a little touch of it would bring it home to them.

"The trouble." said Charley, "was that I could not tell on them, for I was in it when it happened. But they allowed the bill of a man whom they thought was desperate."

One time J. W. Harper was in Omaha, and he met Colonel Charles Coffee of Chadron and a number of other old timers. They had stopped for lunch at the Millard cafe, and one of the fellows more bibulous than the others, had lingered long over his chops. The others grew tired of waiting and wandered up town. After a time their absent friend joined them and told them of a wonderful work of art, the portrait of a woman in the cafe of the Millard, which the others had failed to note.