from the kitchen, I couldn't help but notice what a tiny woman she was. Perhaps a half inch taller than five feet, she nevertheless moved about her restaurant with energy; and you knew if you got in her way, she would likely bowl you over.

"What brought you to Tombstone?" I asked after she had joined me at the table with two cups of coffee.

"I'm not one for stayin' put in one place for long," she said. "I like a challenge, and of course, what's more challengin' than a place like Tombstone?" Nellie explained that she, along with thousands of other poor Irish, left Ireland in 1860 and arrived in Boston. "In Ireland, a lass like me had no choice but to go into service or get married. I didn't want either—not that I am one to shy away fro...

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