I had visuals of Deadwood, South Dakota being full of historic Wild Wild West, but the Wild Bill Bar was the only thing in town we thought felt authentic.
The entire town has turned into a tourist trap, and feels like Gatlinburg Tennessee.
Want fudge? Check. Want to gamble? Check. Want to buy cheap tourist trinkets? Check.
But – at least here at Saloon Number 10 there’s some history, even if you have to pay $10/ea to go down in the basement where Wild Bill was shot.
We passed on the basement tour, and instead had a local brew while Colette drooled over the vintage cash register behind the bar.
We’d recommend avoiding Deadwood completely, but if you do go through we recommend having a cold one right here.

Colette’s Dream

Colette's Dream
Pretty sure she was foaming at the mouth looking at this cash register. So much that we looked up how much a 1910 National Cash Register cost, and putting that $3500 in under the mattress for when we retire and have an actual home address….


Poor Wild Bill

Poor Wild Bill
There is a very old saying – live by the sword, die by the sword. Sword, six-shooter, the concept is pretty much the same.


Yes, Please

Yes, Please
I’ll have one of each of these please. Including the rattlesnake on the bar.


Saloon Number 10

Saloon Number 10
Sucks to be Saloon Number 9 or Saloon Number 11 where nothing exciting ever happened…