Owen Miller’s Pepper Tree
The Central Hotel. Owen Miller is standing at the left under the light post, circa 1906. Photos courtesy Fillmore Historical Museum. By Gazette Staff Writers — Thursday, January 12th, 2023
Mel Phillips circa 1900 in Santa Paula by the Union Oil Building. Mel was who lived and ran a taxidermist shop across the street from Owen and would have fun stories about how Owens Chicken would end up in his yard. Everett Pyle. Courtesy Fillmore Historical Museum In the article “Early Law in Fillmore” we wrote about various early lawmen and then followed up with specific stories such as “Jack Casner, Lawman, Cattleman,” and “Crime and Punishment, Parts One and Two.” One early lawman we mention only briefly was Owen Miller, probably the most colorful of Fillmore’s constabulary. The following is a reprint from “City of Fillmore, Golden Anniversary Year, 1914 – 1964,” published by the City of Fillmore. It’s not clear who wrote this particular portion, but we know Lawrence Hinckley at least contributed to the publication. Owen Miller’s Pepper Tree Owen Miller ran a hotel and livery stable in the center of town and one of the largest of Fillmore’s pepper trees grew directly in front of his hostelry. After Fillmore was incorporated, the first and second Councils ordered all pepper trees in the main block of Central Avenue cut down to make way for the installation of sidewalks. Owen had the reputation of being a pretty good man with a gun, and he passed the word around that he would shoot any man who chopped down his tree. Thereupon he sat on his front porch with a gun conspicuously between his knees. One morning Everett Pyle, a member of the City Council, walked down the street and stopped in front of the hotel. He carried an axe over his shoulder. “Good morning, Owen,” said Everett. “Good morning,” said Owen. “What are you going to do?” “I’m going to chop down this pepper tree.” “Chop down that tree and I’ll shoot you,” said Owen. “I have neither chick, nor child,” replied Everett. “If you shoot me, I’ll not be missed, and you will hang for murder, and this tree will be cut down anyhow, so go ahead and shoot. With that Everett started chopping away. Owen Miller got up, went into his hotel and didn’t come out for three days. [Editor’s note: Here’s different version of what happened to the tree: Owen liked the shade on his front porch, and out he roared with gun in hand and told the crew to get lost or he'd shoot, and he meant it. The crew took off. A few days later Everett Pyle, Fillmore's second mayor, came by with ax in hand and told Owen he'd come to cut down the tree. "You touch that tree and I'll kill you," roared Owen, "Well, “said Everett calmly, "look at it this way. You shoot me and you'll go to jail and somebody else will cut down the tree." A week or so later Owen took his pack train up to Lockwood Valley to hunt, and while he was gone, down went the tree. Owen was furious when he came back. He put a sign on the hotel's screen door that said, "Everybody welcome here but Everett Pyle. Everett Pyle keep out!"] Owen’s Chickens That ends the stories from 1965, but as was written in “Crime and Punishment, Part Two,” Owen Miller was not just the constable and hotel owner, he was supposedly the most successful bootlegger in the area, much to the ire of the County Sherriff. Edith Jarrett wrote: “Once when the Ventura sheriff decided that Miller had gone too far, he planned to sneak in unexpectedly and administer a little punishment himself. But someone had tipped off Miller, who removed the bottles from his little hotel and buried them all in the manure pile behind his stable. The sheriff searched the place in vain. No evidence. After he had gone, Miller went out to uncover his cache. It had been a hot day, with the sun shining on the barnyard. You know what happened. Every bottle had burst from the heat. Even Miller got a good laugh out of the story when he told it himself.” |