In Denver's numerous reforms of the 1880's, saloons and gamblers were temporarily put out of business. They often wandered off to towns close by to wait out the rarely long lasting reform movements. Once the reform wave receded, a signal was given and the business men of pleasure would return to Denver, often times opening up their operations in the very locations they were forced to close.

During one of the heavier attempts to close saloons and gaming in 1892, Jeff organized his friends and associates into a sort of union and set out for the new silver camp of Creede, Colorado.

Creede, Colorado 1892

The Orleans Club is at the far end of the street under the flag

Soapy cleverly obtained numerous leases for low rents along the main street at Creede, with the help of some Denver female associates of the soiled dove persuasion. It was in Creede, known at the time as Jimtown, that Soapy began to build the second criminal empire of his life. He quickly declared himself the town boss with the ranks of the underworld and gambling dens controlling much of the main business. Creede ran wide open, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The blazing lights coming from the saloons and night time businesses bounced off the steep walls on each side of the canyon in which the town was nestled. The brightness gave Cy Warman, a newspaper man, the idea for a poem about the silver camp, the main Chorus being, "It's day all day in the day time and there is no night in Creede."

There was plenty of wild life, hell raising, and general disorder at first glance. Yet there was little violent crime relative to other similar boom-towns of the era. Some historians state that it was Soapy's control over the underworld that helped keep the peace. Trouble makers were sent packing. Even Bob Ford (killer of outlaw Jesse James) and soap gang member Joe Palmer were banned from the town for going on a drinking binge and shooting up the town. After a short period, Soapy had a hand in allowing them to return to the town.

An attempt to kill Soapy occurred in his saloon, the Orleans Club, in which Soapy came out unscathed, but friend Joe Palmer had his thumbs shot clean off. Palmer followed Soapy to Skagway and remained there after Soapy was killed, no one apparently ever knowing he was a member of the soap gang. 

It was in Creede that Soapy produced one of his more bizarre methods of obtaining wealth and fame. He introduced "McGinty," the petrified man, claiming to have purchased him from some miners who had unearthed him in the outskirts of Creede. 

A petrified man...but not Soapy's

McGinty was placed on exhibit for only one dime. Soapy's profits did not come from the little dimes paid by the curious, but rather from the shell games and three-card Monte operators who entertained the paying public while waiting in line to see McGinty. The photograph to the left is not McGinty, but the real one does still exists. Photographs of the original McGinty, along with the location will be disclosed in Jeff Smith's up coming biography.

A thin dime was all one needed to see McGinty, the Petrified Man...Games played while waiting in line cost extra. McGinty was in Creede camp for only a short time, and then moved to Denver. Soapy and the other sporting and saloon men recieved word that Denver was relaxing its restrictions on drinking and gambling. It appears that Denver suffered more from imposing the reforms when so many of the businesses that produced city revenue had left for Creede. The only way to get them all back was to allow them to operate as they had done in the past, without restrictions. Soapy was welcomed back to Denver as the city fathers knew he would bring most of his associates back with him. It was perfect timing for the gamblers and saloon men to leave Creede because on June 5, 1892 the entire main business district of Creede was destroyed in a horrific fire. Soapy's Orleans Club was one of the buildings lost in the fire. Creede did attempt to rebuild, but never again reached the status it had when Soapy Smith ran the town.

Soapy faced two cannons & two gatling guns

Soapy resumed business at the Tivoli Club in Denver and it was business as usual, as if nothing had ever changed. This open attitude caught the eye of the new Colorado governor, a member of the newly formed Populist Party, whose platform was based on social and political reforms. The Governor decided to use the capital of Denver as an example of his electoral might and the party platform. He started with city hall, firing three members of the fire and police board. The other corrupt city officials, fearing for their positions, banded together and refused to obey the governor's orders to abandon their power. The furious governor ordered the eviction of all who ignored his orders and threatened to call out the state militia to force them out if need be.

Denver's corrupt city officials fortified city hall against attack and called on Soapy and the underworld to aid in their cause. Soapy knew that if the hands of power changed in Denver, he might be forced to leave the city. So aid their cause he did. Soapy was sworn in as a special deputy, and with a handful of his men, he directed part of the defense of Denver City Hall and entrenched himself in the upper floors of the center tower. He had with him, homemade dynamite "torpedo" bombs, that were meant to throw down upon advancing troops. The lower floors had armed policemen, sheriffs and firemen ready and willing to open fire on the state militia. Crowds of Denverites dangerously flooded the streets around city hall and waited for the war to begin.  

The state militia arrived, bringing with them two cannons and two Gatling guns. Commanders deployed the weapons of destruction in the middle of the street and awaited the order to fire on city hall. That order was given and reversed numerous times throughout the day, and there was grave concern that many bystanders might be killed. In the end, the governor was convinced by cooler heads that no blood should be shed, and so the city hall war ended peacefully. Soapy and the combatants inside city hall celebrated their victory, but it would prove to be short lived. Denver was tired of criminals running city hall. Gambling was eventually shut down within city limits. It did not go away, it just went underground, hidden away from the eyes of the lawman. 

Many ways to trick and trap a sucker

Soapy was not a man to let an opportunity slip by him. He used the deputy sheriff commissions and badges given to him during the city hall war, to stage fake raids on his gaming dens. The raids would take place just as Soapy's victims lost what money they had in a "sure-thing" hand of poker, or other game of chance. Victims, usually out-of-towners, would be "arrested" and taken towards the jail. Victims invariably would plead that they were from out of town and did not know it was illegal to gamble. The "officer" would feign sympathy and allow their victim to go free, if they promised to leave the city immediately, naturally leaving their lost money behind. Most victims were all to happy to do so, rather than face a night in jail and the fines that accompany it.

Soapy Smith's decade reign of corruption and power were coming to an end in the mid 1890's. Soapy and younger brother Bascomb were constantly being reported in the newspapers, getting into saloon brawls that sometimes led to gun-play. In 1895 Jeff and Bascomb severely assaulted John Hughes, a rival saloon proprietor. 

Bascomb's home for one year

Jailed for nearly killing John Hughes

Bascomb was apprehended on a charge of attempted murder and sentenced to one year in prison. Soapy skipped town to keep from enjoying the same fate. Soapy made several unsuccessful attempts to beat the rap, and get Bascomb out on bail, but the courts would not conduct his trial without Soapy's presence. When Soapy refused to show up in court for his hearing, he became a fugitive from justice. Several times, it was reported that he had snuck back into the city on business, but he left as quickly as he had arrived for fear of arrest. The crown of Denver's underworld was passed to Jeff's rivals, Sam and Lou Blonger.