Henry S. Guyer II

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About Henry S. Guyer II

Kalispell Town Marshal, Wood & Guyer Mining Co.

Custom Fields

Playby
Anson Mount
Goes By
Speed
Birth Date
05/20/1841
Height
5' 8"
Hair Color
Brown
Eye Color
Blue

Role

Main Character
Playby

Anson Mount
Full Name

Henry Speed Guyer II
Aliases / Nicknames

Speed
Goes By

Speed
Profession

Town Marshal, Speculator
Position

Co-Owner Wood & Guyer Mining Co.
Birth Date

05/20/1841
Status

Single
Height

5' 8"
Hair Color

Brown
Eye Color

Blue
Physical Description

Pale blue eyes. Brown hair now worn long to the shoulders. Henry decided it was easier than trying to locate a barber on his trek from New York west. Traveling by horseback across the country, a man cleans up as best he can. When in town he would certainly make use of baths and having what clothing he had washed or brushed. Long gone are the city clothes he started out in. Along the way, he replaced these things with the sturdier clothing of the frontier. Mostly nondescript. He maintains a suit of clothes appropriate for business dealings. He is quite particular in his appearance.
Character Traits

Even-tempered (+): Henry remains even-tempered, even after four years of the carnage of the war.

Slow to Anger (+): He is slow to anger, yet quick to respond in a situation where there appears to be little or choice.

Morally ambiguous about killing (-/+): He has little concern about taking life when presented with a life or death situation.

PTSD (-): He has times where he is consumed by his war experiences, what would be considered PTSD in this day and age, but not in 1875.

Henry Speed Guyer, Henry or Speed, he answers to either would not always be a mining speculator. He could be a schoolmaster, and he could easily be a gun hand or lawman. He is generally even-tempered, neither sullen or jubilant but easy going or firm depending. Not easily backed down, he would support law and order.
Employment

Current Employment

Town Marshal $120.00 per month, most has quietly gone to local charities.

Wood & Guyer Mining Company New York with Nolan K. Wood.
Position: Co-Owner, receives a monthly stipend of $1,000.00 for business expenses, plus a twenty-five percent commission.

Professional Skills
Geologist. Henry is a speculator, hunting mineral deposits for Wood & Guyer Mining. Tasked with locating, negotiating and reporting to the home office.
Expertise

Self Defense: Henry carries an 1872 conversion pistol, with a second pistol in his saddlebags. A Winchester repeating rifle all chambered in .44. An above average shot with either pistol or rifle. Experienced hand to hand combat. Average or better fist fighter. Henry has fought both hostile Indians and desperados in his travels.

Hobbies & Interests: Geology.
Residence(s)

Current Residence
Wood & Guyer Minerals, second floor, Main Street, Kalispell

Place of Birth
Pisgah, Bunceton, Cooper County Missouri
Kith & Kin

FAMILY

Father: Henry Speed Guyer, born: 15-November 1797 Death: 5 November 1854

Mother: Jane Guyer born: 15 November 1787 Death: 14 December 1863

Brother: Edward Guyer born 1817.

Sister: Margaret Guyer born1815

PLAYED RELATIONSHIPS

TBD
Timeline

May 20, 1838: Born to Jane and Henry S. Guyer, the third of three children.

1840~1860: Student/clerk in the family store Guyers Mercantile, Pisgah Missouri

1844~1861: Primary , secondary and college education. Pisgah school and Kean University.

1861~1865: War Between the States. Commissioned a 1st Lieutenant Army of the Potomac, 13th Regiment New Jersey Infantry, F troop. Saw every major campaign from Antietam to Gettysburg .

1866~1869: Formed Wood and Guyer Mineral Company locating and purchasing clams.

1869: Headed west to speculate mineral deposits.

1875: Arrives in Kalispel, MT
Character Notes

Eduction Details:

1846 - 1858: Pisgah school

1860-1861: Kean University, Union & Hillside New Jersey (2 semesters in teaching)

1861~1865: The education of men at their best and at that their worst.

1869~1875: Life on the plains. Tracking, concealment, campsite selection and foraging.
Languages Spoken: English

Animals & Pets
Horse and pack mule.
Player Notes

Character Concept: My Great Grandfather

Topics I Participated In

Riding The Country

Started by The Old Ranger · May 17, 2022

Mature Content: Probably not.
With: Marshals Cook & McNue
Location: Columbia Falls
When: Mid July 1876
Time of Day: Of A Morning..

Cook and McNue had ridden north-east out of Kalispell up through Columbia Falls to Coram and just beyond. They turned back after camping a couple of nights just pretty much doing nothing but talking about what was going on back in Kalispell. Both men had been up the trail and around the bend, so what they were seeing in Kalispell was nothing they had not seen before. Ruthless ranchers ready to do whatever they had to to increase their holdings, on hang on to what they had. Maybe run off the sod busters that fouled the range and denied grazing. But in this case, what they knew was that the two big dogs were ready for a fight.

All that was necessary to spark the tinder and burst it into an all out range war was an incident, whether one party could blame the other or not. And from what they were seeing, it really would not take a whole lot to fan the flames. What both had trouble understanding was the hospital and orphanage plans. All of that had been settled long ago. Both men knew how all of it was done, the right of ways bought and paid for, with a written contract from the railroad to guarantee the proposed route. Yet, nothing had been done other than to stall, and for no apparent reason where someone, other than the town Council might profit, and that was sketchy at best.

The woman, Leah Steelgrave had seen to every detail, both had heard the stories and been witness to some. She worked hard and long hours to make sure everything was iron clad. She must have expected problems like those that had arisen. Yet their question was still, why.

Passing back through Corum and then into Columbia Falls, the marshals decided to stop for the mid day meal. They stopped at the Bon Ton Cafe and dismounted, tying the horses at the hitch rail and then going inside. The place had those long communal tables, but they sat down with three other men across from them, one spoke up,'

"Marshals are ya?" The older man said. Both men looked up. "Boone, Doctor Joshia Boone, gentlemen."

TBC
New In Town

Started by The Old Ranger · April 13, 2022

Mature Content: No
With: Walt Shannon, Wally Oldham, Injun Charlie
Location: Lickskillet, Stardust Saloon, Around Town.
When: Mid-July 1876
Time of Day: Mid-day

They came into town slow and easy, looking the town over as most travelers would do. They rode past the Municipal Building, the Town Marshal was seated at his desk oblivious to the riders. Across the street several businesses and a hotel, but the saloon, the Stardust, and next to it, the Lickskillet Cafe. They pulled up and stepped down at the cafe, tying their horses.

Drinks might be good, but food they didn't have to cook, that took precedence to men who'd been on the trail for sometime, even though they ate cafe food in Rollins, but that was a while ago. There were no words of caution or care to be taken, they knew what they were about. First a meal, then a couple of drinks and some information on mining in the area and then, ride on. The word was, leave the bank alone. Case had been firm on that. So it would be.

They went to the door, opened it and stepped inside, removing their hats as they found a table and took seats to wait on the waitress, or whoever.
@Wayfarer(Clara)

Moved From: From Big Flat To Kalispell
Yours Sincerely

Started by Hector Wigfall · November 17, 2021

Mature Content: No
With: Henry S. Guyer II & Hector Wigfall, +
Location: Marshal's Office
When: Mid July, 1876
Time of Day: Late Afternoon

The roly-poly message delivery boy, Roland, had knocked off for the day and Hector's shift was coming to a close, so he decided to deliver these last three messages himself. He'd take the two for the Marshal first and then drop by the diner at closing up time with the telegram for Clara Lutz: with any luck, his friend's wife might have some left-over pie going begging.

He strode jauntily along the sidewalk, whistling Nancy Dill with a bird-like trill, and entered Henry Guyer's office with a perfunctory knock and a wave of the telegrams. "Afternoon, Marshal. Couple o' Telegrams!" He whipped out a receipt book and pencil, handing over both that and the two distinctive folded pieces of paper, upon which the words that had crossed the country in electric dots and dashes had been decoded and spelled out in full by his own fair hand.

"Funny to think of Mr Pike and Mrs Blakesley all that way away in Portland, huh?" he wondered aloud, while the town's lawman signed for the telegrams.

His eyes flicked with interest to the Marshall: he didn't expect there would be much of a reaction to Speed Pike's humdrum missive of far away greeting. The other one, though, that was a different matter.

@Flip
A Friend in the Dark

Started by Frances Grimes · October 18, 2021

“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.” - Helen Keller

Mature Content: Highly unlikely!
With: Speed Guyer
Location: Rented apartment above the Hardware Store.
When: July 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon.

Had she sight and the wherewithal to do so, Frances would have provided a hot cooked feast for her brother to come home to. Not because he deserved it (many would say) or because it was her sisterly duty (she had only known him, what? three years this Fall, he was not a person she had grown up with, he hardly felt like a brother to the blind girl, although people told her that there was a strong family resemblance). She would have done it because she would have been able to. This new place took some getting used to: there was a stove, but she did not yet trust her way around enough not to set the place on fire, or herself on fire for that matter! like this poor Mr. Orr she had heard about.

So Frank would have to make do with a cold collation. Probably just as well, he was never back when he said he would be: and then he was usually drunk, often to the point of insensibility.

But lo! A creak at the bottom of the outside stair that ran up the side of the hardware store and terminated at the top to the door of the pokey little apartment the two of them rented. Not Frank, though. A heavier step. She stood, a vague feeling of apprehension kneading at the pit of her stomach. A man. A man with a purpose. She walked the route to the door. Funny, Frank was always tripping over the foot stool, kicking the small table with the aspidistra on it, knocking the antimacassar off of the back of the armchair. He seemed less able to see the furnishings of the place than she. She knew where everything was; she learned it first with her hands and her mind, but now, after a couple of weeks, her whole body knew it.

She stood by the inside of the door, the man was at the top now. He was fit, it seemed, she could not hear him breathing heavily through the crack in the door, but somehow she did not expect him to be a young man, not Hector, for instance.

@Flip
A Trip To The Gunshop

Started by Henry S. Guyer II · October 7, 2021

Mature Content: None
With: Speed, Oskar Winter, Others?
Location: Winters Gun Shop.
When: July 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon.

Speed had tucked the Colt into his waistband as he stepped out of the saloon and then into the street, looking for an opening to cross, the afternoons always seeming to be the busiest time of day for traffic on Main Street. He managed to cross without much difficulty, and made it to the door of Winters place of business. This might well be interesting.

Speed stepped through the door, and closed it behind him, seemed that every business had a bell to announce the presence of a potential customer. Of course, Winter probably had work in the back, repairing guns and such, and a bell made perfect sense based on his wares. No sense allowing some miscreant to come in and steal a gun, though the rifles were chained in their rack behind the counter, pistols were laid in his display case, easily removed.

He pulled Grimes' pistol from his waistband and looked it over again, pulled the hammer back two clicks, and gave the cylinder a spin. Smooth, work had been done on it.
@boshmi
Alice The Rafter A & The Copper Queen

Started by Alice Fletcher · October 6, 2021

Mature Content: Hardly
Author: Flip
With: Dunno Yet...
Location: Rafter A Ranch - Kalispell, Marshals Office
When: July 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon

Standing in the doorway looking out over the land that comprised a portion of the Rafter A, Alice Fletcher was lost in thought. She was now unsure what the future held as far as her and Speed Guyer were concerned, she had certainly wanted there to be a future, and the ride to the ranch would have provided her with the opportunity to see where his heart was in the matter.

They had been comfortable with one another at the Lickskillet, that was a positive sign. That some fool had waylaid him interrupted what could have been perhaps the beginning for both of them. But he was the Marshal, and he had been the one that not only was attacked, but had his horse stolen, so he was out for the man, and that stood to reason. The fact is, she would like to find the no account, what she'd do with him aside from shooting him, she didn't know, but shooting seemed fair!

She stepped inside and closed the door, bolting it as she always did. She was, after all, a woman alone on the prairie and though she would stand up to whatever came her way, inviting trouble was not an option. She closed the wooden window covers with the cut out rifle ports. She appreciated them because she knew they were there for Indian trouble. She lay the wooden bar in place to prevent them from being pushed open and went to the stove, stirring the coals and putting on a couple of pieces of wood to get a cooking fire going.
TBC
Two At Breakfast

Started by Henry S. Guyer II · September 25, 2021

The morning air was not quite crisp, not quite warm, one of those mornings when a hint of the coming fall was in the air, not too odd for July, though the day would mature into a normal mid-eighties from the high fifties. But the day promised the normal sunshine drenched afternoon. For the present, the two men walking up the boardwalk to the Lickskillet Diner were enjoying the morning cool.

"Life will take a different turn for the Town Council, as well as the Post Office. Looks like Nolan Ashworth takes over again." Speed observed.

"He might seek to take Orr's spot on the Council." Phinn pointed out. A direct line out to the Evergreen, you're aware of that connection. Either him, or maybe Cole Latham, the other Steelgrave man in town. Well, that we know of."

"I can see that, for sure. Give the old man a voice on the Council, and the knowledge of what's going on." Speed agreed, adding, "I expect maybe Elias might hold sway with some we're unaware of."

"You know, you've a point, Speed. To be real honest about it, I have no idea who might be in old Elias' camp. Well, he ain't that old, but mean as he can be, I agree, he's the old man alright."

They had reached the door of the cafe, Speed a step ahead stepped up and opened the door, both men stepping inside, hit with the smells of fresh cooked bacon, beefsteaks, and sausage frying. The heady aroma of boiling coffee, all the things that entice the appetite. As they moved into the room they both saw Ben Simmons and Lorenzo Crabbe at a table together. Speed smiled.

"So Simmons, I hear there's to not only be a prize fight, but some talk of a stage play? Interesting." Then, "Mister Crabbe, you involved in all of this? doesn't seem to be in your bailiwick. Well, maybe the fight."

Phinn stood looking at Crabbe a long moment. "Crabbe, Simmons. You let me know the dates, be in the Union. We do posters and hand bills as well, if printed adverts strikes your fancy for either event."

@Javia@JulieS
Caleb Barnes

Started by Henry S. Guyer II · September 22, 2021

Rating: PG-14 Content: N/A Mature Content: Probably
With: Speed, could be a few characters and NCPs
Location: Starts In town
When: June 14 1876
Time of Day: Mid-morning.

(Continued from "Ride To The Rafter A")
"Thank you Ada, believe I'll be alright." He touched his head, toward the back where he'd been hit, there was a lump, but no bandage, so there was no open wound, his hat just might not fit as well as he liked it for a few days, but such is life, not to mention a really great dream.

Caleb Barnes. What was wrong with him? To buffalo the Town Marshal, steal his horse, which by rights was a hanging offense, that was asking for trouble the man didn't want, and, Speed was more than willing to give Barnes all the trouble he wanted. Barnes was young, full of himself, a troublemaker, and wannabe gunman. That was the worst part, thinking he was a bad man and a killer, even though he'd actually killed no one. Whatever his reasons, Barnes had now made an enemy. One who intended to see him behind bars, or worse.

Since he had been laid on his bed dressed, except for his boots, all he needed to do was sit up, pull on his boots, stand, raise his suspenders and then don his vest, lastly, only because it was across the room, set his hat on his head. All of that accomplished, he jogged down part of the stairs, stopped and walked down the rest of the way as it made his head throb.

"And Mister Vaughn?" He asked.

"At the clerks office with paperwork. Seems to be doing just fine, a quick study after all." Ada replied.

"I've business to attend to, so I'll be back sometime later." Looking at the clock on the wall, it was afternoon. "Well maybe tomorrow, depending on how things go today." She nodded as he turned and went out the door to first see to his horse and then to see to Caleb Barnes. He stepped into the street, dodging the afternoon traffic of horses, wagons and other pedestrians.

"You never came out to the ranch." He spun, looking up at Alice sitting her sorrel mare.

"Got waylaid and my horse stole." he said. I had stopped after we saw Pike to get that shoe re-nailed and that's the last I remember, but I saw who did it, and I intend to find him and arrest him."

She looked down at him, "Well then Marshal, you do what you must. The invitation stands when you can make it out there. I've a few things I need to pick up here in town. I'll be there." She turned the horse and left at a canter. Speed cursed this would be a day Caleb Barnes would rue!
TBC
What Price Truth?

Started by Phinias G. McVay · September 15, 2021

Mature Content: No
With: Phinias G. McVay, Editor
Location: Kalispell Union Newspaper Office
When: Early-Mid July 1876
Time of Day: Varying

Phinn sat at his paper strewn desk, a bottle of whiskey close to hand, and a well used glass half full next to it. Perhaps the third or fourth such glass. His use of the liquor was not to intoxicate, nor to anesthetize, he frequently would drink while preparing an edition of the Union. This particular edition was a bit more difficult to compose. The whiskey sat to his right, the packet of plans, notes, and memos that had belonged to Dick Orr sat on his left. The information contained in that pile of scribble's was far from what Phinn had thought to encounter. He had simply scooped them up, and stuffed them in his pocket, why? There was a good question. To save them? Give them to Dick once he could get him out of the inferno the man was creating? There was no simple answer. His plans for the hospital, the Richard Compton Orr Memorial Family Hospital, were destroyed, but the notes that should accompany those plans lay in the pile.

The Kalispell Republican, Mr Richard Compton Orr. Esq, Founder, Editor.

There was no Kalispell Republican, and he would check with the clerks office to see if there was any record of a filing for that name. It was but the most innocent of what Phin had found. The more damning went well beyond the hijacked hospital plans. And so he sat, ruminating as to how to go about the process of putting together a memorial issue for a man he deserved far less, but also for a family who deserved far better. A wife and child caught in the maelstrom of information only known to one man, so far as he knew. A situation full of strong emotions and confusing events that could tear apart the lives of the two innocents. The peeling back of the layers of the secret life of one man and the devastation that would ensue it's revelation.

Phinn picked up the glass and drained it.
TBC
With This Ring

Started by Hector Wigfall · May 18, 2021

Rating: PG-14 Content: N/A Mature Content: No.
Author: Hector Wigfall.
With: Clara Redmond & Family, Jacob Lutz & Family and friends.
Location: The Church.
When: 6 June 1876.
Time of Day: Five Past One in the Afternoon.

Hector Lupin Wigfall considered it all again for a moment. Some mere fifteen hours ago – fifteen – he had been sitting quite happily in the front parlour, reading The Telegrapher journal (good article on the Baudot code) and now he was standing here in church, of all the God damn places, in his best suit, acting as Best Man to a kid he’d hated at school and hadn’t actually seen much of since. The only time Lutz had entered his orbit was all those times he’d come round to see his horrible sister … whatever that was all about.

He shuddered.

No sign of the Bride’s party yet. Late! God damn rude he called it. Groom’s side of the church were here but looked like a pretty ropy lot, item: his own sister, looking a sight and still putting the finishing touches to Lutz. She’d been up all night taking in one of their father’s suits and when the husband-to-be had come round to the Wigfall place to get into it this morning, his gruesome twin had given the beanpole a shave and a haircut! Hector wouldn’t let that crazy fruitcake anywhere near HIS windpipe with a cut-throat razor.

Then there was the Groom himself, the lanky drip, probably looking the best he ever would in his life, thanks to Jemima’s ministrations. Granny Miggins, the dried up old Mummy, rubbing her finger like she been sticking it somewhere it shouldn’t oughta been stuck … and got it stuck. Then Lutz’s big sister, Leonora. She was actually a nice bit of real estate, but given to fainting fits, apparently. Mind you, having an attractive and unconscious female in his company might not be such a bad thing.

Then there was that ginger piece, Bridget something. Not bad but only one leg – ugh!

He pulled out his hunter and flipped the lid. ‘Bride’s prerogative’ and all that but what the Hell?! Father Thomas didn’t look concerned. Hector drifted over to him.

“So, Father, how long are we going to give it until we call it a day and head for the saloon?” he asked with an unsuitable air of levity.

@boshmi