When my great-grandmother was murdered a century ago in Winnipeg’s ‘Hebrew Colony,’ police had suspects and a motive: antisemitism. But the only physical clue they could find left them baffled.

While I was doing research for a book about my great-grandmother’s murder, I discovered stories I’d never heard about my great-grandfather—stories of gambling, wild horses, organized crime, and a forgotten slice of Jewish life on the Canadian prairies