The guy who drew the maps for the government had a bit too much whisky the night before he drew this area. He put Deepgulch about ten miles north of where it actually was.
Now, the locals knew where it was, but all the stagecoaches and traveller types relied on the maps.
So the O'Malley boys set up shop at 'Deepgulch', and soon there was two of the damn towns.
Now, this was fine, until we struck gold here in Deepgulch. Because everyone came to 'Deepgulch' greedy.
The rioting forced the local sherrifs to get the maps fixed at least.
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