“The fort became a refuge for anyone suffering abuse, including women, children, Native Americans, anyone who needed asylum. Pilcher also saw it as an outpost for artists, naturalists, explorers, and others to share their stories and craft their art. He and his wife, Anna, loved actors, dancers, and musicians and hosted both formal and informal productions, inviting their Native American neighbors to the entertainments.”
“Sounds like a pretty enlightened guy.” Vic had been staring at me as I talked. I couldn’t tell if it was me or Colonel Pilcher who’d enraptured him. I wanted to believe it was me.
“Yeah. Very enlightened.” I leaned in because I was sharing a part of history very few people knew. “And very gay.”
I waited for his reaction. I hadn’t told many others this about old Ebden, but I figured Vic would appreciate knowing the colonel’s secret.