The brief and undistinguished law-officer career of C.S. Fly came to end with 1896.Photography now in Tombstone's dwindling population offered no prosepct of a sufficient income.Meanwhile, Bisbee was showing signs of prosperity.The Copper Queen mine with which Dr. James Douglas was actively associated was turning out valuable ore.
Torn betwen love for the mountains and his dedication to photography, it is reasonable to construct from the meager information available that Fly divided the final four years of his life between a small ranch he owned in the Chiricahua Mountains and sporadic photographic activities in Bisbee.
A man who knew Fly well, Earl Reed, reported some years ago that:"Mr. Fly had quite a rance at Fly's Park.He had a few stock and a large garden in which he grew potatoes, cabbage, strawberries and just about everything that would grow well at that altitude.Volunteer potatoes and starwberries were still growing there as late as 1910 and possibly still do."
The Tucson Citizen commented: "Fly was a genial, whole-souled man who after his retirement from office fell by the wayside in Bisbee, where he conducted a photograph gallery almost up to the time of his death."
To a man of Fly's artistic temperament the drastic decline of prospects in the profession which he had pursued for many years was a heavy burden to bear.No longer was the sheriff's salary available to bolster his finances.He became depressed and fearful for the future.At the age of 51 his health began to fail. Adversity was the insidious diseas with which his mind and body were unable to cope.(to be continued)