CHAPTER FIVE The Tent City Register: Of Lice, Liniment, and the First Ledger By K. Brad Barfield Tent City announced itself to newcomers by smell before sight—a mingled aroma of boiling coffee, wet canvas, mule sweat, pine pitch, and the unmistakable presence of too many men who believed bathing was optional in a frontier environment. Grace Aprila Stanley, who prized cleanliness the way some men prized accuracy with a rifle, recognized immediately that Tent City was a place that had reached a de