Goldie was a bareback bronc champion and rode with a Wild West Show for awhile. She called herself “Goldie St. Clair.” She rode in the first Calgary Stampede in 1912. She would have been 22 years old.

She married Tom Hillis, moved to around Brooks, Alberta, Canada where they lived on a number of ranches.
I don’t remember ever hearing about them having children. My impression is that they didn’t.

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Western Union Telegram:
OA 096 PRE056 Duplicate of Telephoned Telegram [stamped->] 1956 NOV 29 AM 10 03
PR VRA087 10=CPR BROOKS ALTA 29 1040A=
K D WOODEN=
37 SAN FRANCISCO AVE BRISBANE CALIF=
=GOLDIE PASSED AWAY 1AM FUNERAL SATURDAY BROOKS TWO
OCLOCK=

TOM HILLIS=
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Article from WildWest magazine: August 1996 issue
http://www.thehistorynet.com/WildWest/articles/08962_cover.htm

I was positive I had her name correct but it was reasuring to find in in an article on the old west! Note the date of the first Stampede was 1912! She was only 22
WESTERNERS

AT THE FIRST CALGARY STAMPEDE, COWGIRL FANNIE SPERRY MADE THE RIDE OF HER LIFE. BY LENORE MCKELVEY PUHEK

The relentless rain pelted man and beast in a soak-to-the-bone downpour. The cowboys, clad in slickers, corralled the wild bulls and broncs into holding pens at one end of Victoria Park's newly constructed arena in the Canadian frontier town of Calgary, Alberta. The "First Calgary Stampede 1912," in the planning stages for several years, was finally becoming a reality. Guy Weadick, the event promoter, had invited only the top cowboys and cowgirls from the United States and Canada. He lured them with the promise of a $1,000 winning purse.

One of the invited participants, a 25-year-old cowgirl from Mitchell, Mont., seemed not to notice the rivulets of water streaming from the crease in her beaver-felt hat. The rain did not dampen her excitement. Fannie Sperry stood beside her mother, Rachel, as they became caught up in the swirl of the day-before-the-show activities.

The next day, spectators lined the streets of downtown Calgary. Everyone hoped for clear skies as the six-mile-long Wild West procession paraded by. Six Indian tribes modeled exquisitely beaded ceremonial dress and rode their finest horses. Men in authentic working cowboy gear twirled six-guns and ropes. Red-coated Canadian Mounties, Old Mexico vaqueros, stagecoaches, chuck wagons, Hudson's Bay Company trappers, whiskey traders, missionaries, and fancy-bred horses passed in revue. The parade route continued inside the Victoria Park arena, where the procession wound 'round and 'round into a tight circle. The crowd filled the bleachers.

The five-day rodeo extravaganza, to be held regardless of the weather, began in a flurry of colors and activities. The gathering thunderclouds burst open, however, and the first day's activities ended in a bust. Fannie Sperry's horse came out of the shoot, hopped a bit, and then--as if stuck in the quagmire of mud in the arena--stopped. A very disappointed Sperry walked away from the animal, squishing through the mud with despondent step, back to the corrals. Her heavy, ankle-length divided riding skirt was saturated with the muck. "Tomorrow has to be better," she told her mother.

The next morning Sperry drew a notoriously wild bronc named Nett. He jumped and bucked, giving her a chance to show off her riding skills. The crowd whistled and cheered as they watched the blue-eyed, 122-pound slip of a girl spur her horse, riding him to a standstill. Sperry knew she'd done well, but so had the other cowgirls. Goldie St. Clair, for example, had better draws, and the audiences loved her. Only something spectacular would give Sperry the winning edge. Her final draw would have to be a crowd-favored bronc.