Welcome to the Deer Trail Gold Mining Company.  There is a legend about The Fudge.  In the brutal winter of 1868, out on the Eastern plains of Colorado, the Chief of the Ute Indians, named “Piah”, tried to keep warm over a small campfire.  He had whiskey, cream, sugar, and an ancient ingredient called Cream of Tartar.  Food had been scarce.  Constant wars and wild ice-storms had decimated crops and made hunting almost impossible.

The fire crackled, smoke wafting into Piah’s face.  He raised the bottle of whiskey to lips that had been dried and cracked by the sun and cold wind.  He drank some more.  There was a cast-iron pot on the small fire.  It had burned down to hot coals.  They were white and far hotter than any flame.  He had poured a strange mixture of cream and sugar into the pot.   Piah then added a mysterious white powder to the mix.  It was only a little bit: A few sprinkles.  This substance had been discovered nearly seven thousand years ago from the scrapings of the bottom of wine barrels.  It was fitting that Piah, an educated Ute Indian, chose to use this powder to purify the boiling sugar: A remnant of the wine inside the pot and his customary whiskey bottle outside.  Soon, covered in sweat from the work of stirring, Piah began to see visions and the mixture turned white, began to boil and then thickened.  It was no longer sugar and cream but had transformed into something else.

    Piah removed the pot from the fire and passed it off to a young boy, named Edison, who was known to prefer the alchemic arts and the study of nature and science to the traditional path of a Ute warrior.  Piah had acquired the boy during one of his visits to Deer Trail and they became instant companions.  Edison allowed the mixture to cool, and then beat it vigorously until it changed color, and took on a dry, matte appearance.  He shaped it like clay and then set it in a cool spot for nearly a day.  This was the first batch of many that were made in the winter of 1868.  There was no name for this new food.  It could be flavored with chocolate, or precious herbs such as vanilla or mint.  Although Edison did not drink, Piah insisted that whiskey be added as well.  Together, they decided upon a name to describe this food.  It was named, “Fudge”.

    The Fudge was shared with only with Indians, as the white man was considered far to savage and uneducated to be deserving of something so holy.  War broke out on the Eastern plains of Colorado to obtain the secret of its manufacture.  Piah and Edison had entered into a solemn pact never to share the recipe with anyone.  It had been revealed in a vision during Piah’s daily ceremony of whiskey and fire.  It had come from God Himself.  The recipe had been refined through the toil of Man in front of smoldering coals.  Because God had created the Earth and everything upon and within it, Piah and Edison decided to bury the recipe deep within.  Digging for many days, they finally reached granite and could go no farther.

Time passed, Edison grew and war on the Eastern plains ceased, at least between Indians.  The white man always fought however, even though he never knew why.  Piah and Edison were considered as kings, because only they knew the secret of Fudge.  No matter what the conflicts, everywhere they travelled, war and death were stayed because it was so well known that they carried The Fudge.  The Fudge brought peace.  It preserved life.

Soon, the white man began to bring commerce to the Eastern plains.  In 1873, the Deer Trail Gold Mining Company was founded right in the heart of the town.  They dug for many weeks.  The Earth was raped with the foulness of machinery, oil and smoke.  Famous geologists and surveyors had determined that this was the location of great buried riches, but the elusive gold was never discovered in Deer Trail.  Instead, a final thrust of the shovel revealed a hollow thud and a small spark as it glanced off of something metallic.  Buried, deep within the mine, lay a sealed tin.  When it was opened, a single piece of parchment appeared.  It contained drawings and numbers.  There were highly technical descriptions of heat and ring-shaped symbols containing the letters, C, H, and O.  The top of the page was labeled “The Fudge” and it was signed by Piah and Edison.  This was the recipe that had been given to them by God but it was ripped from the Earth by men that He had never meant to communicate with.  The parchment was rushed to Denver and analyzed.  This was not gold.  It was far more valuable.  The Deer Trail Gold Mining Company built a kitchen.  Within weeks, The Fudge was enjoyed by cowboys and Indians all over the West.

War came once again to the Eastern plains of Colorado.  These were not conflicts recorded in the history books.  They were too small for that.  The vicious fighting was fueled by jealousy and dreams of avarice.  The Deer Trail Gold Mining Company continually fought off criminals bent on stealing the secret of The Fudge.  Unbeknownst to the owners of the gold mine, Piah had sent Edison to infiltrate the ranks of its workers.  They felt a deep obligation to defend God’s greatest secret.  Edison was a guard and had a long history of success with repelling invaders.  One terrible night, he faced an enemy.  Crouching behind a tree stump, he fired his Virginia Dragoon.  It was the most powerful revolver in history.  A single action, .44 Caliber revolver with a 9 ½ inch barrel, it was accurate as well.  Smoke filled the air, and repeated re-loading covered the ground with brass.  Edison, 26 years old, was discovered in the morning brutally murdered.  Twelve attackers were also found; each one killed with a single shot through the heart.  Edison had given his life in order to safeguard the secret of The Fudge.  To this day, the symbol of the Deer Trail Gold Mining Company is a picture of a pickaxe and a smoking revolver: The same Virginia Dragoon that was found lying in the dirt next to Edison’s lifeless body.

 

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A boy and his beast spend  a  long, dark night protecting The Fudge from attacking drunken Cowboys and Indians.

Preparing for guard duty at the gold mine

Hearing a noise, young Edison assumes his defensive position.  Look at his concentration as he scans the horizon for the enemy.  I would not want to be on the wrong side of Edison's Virginia Dragoon revolver!

A dinner of Orange, white-chocolate fudge.  Still vigilant and ready to fight, this young man is known for his straight aim, good laugh and his passionate defense of the secret of The Fudge.

No time to reload, Edison fires his Virginia Dragoon but also casually enjoys another piece of fudge.  If you are going to be killed, you might as well be smiling at the time.

The attackers are far away.  Edison picks up his long-gun and fires at the enemy, peppering them with .58 Caliber round balls from over 400 yards away.

Young Edison was brutally murdered as shown here by his battered and broken body that was discovered early the following morning.  This mere boy who had shared the discovery of The Fudge with Piah, gave his life to protect the secret from attackers who would deprive Humanity of The Fudge.  May he forever sit around the celestial campfire with joy and laughter as he stirs another batch of The Fudge.  We, at the Deer Trail Gold Mining Company will always mourn his loss.  Therefore, even today, we honor his memory by displaying a pickaxe and smoking revolver, the very same gun that defeated the attack on the mine and The Fudge on that fateful day.

In the smoke of the fierce battle, Edison is mortally wounded, his hat and weapons laying in the dirt next  to a fire that is slowly dying in the cold, as is he.