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.
Traits & Characteristics
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.
Wood & Guyer Mining Company New York with Davis K. Wood.
Geologist. Henry is a speculator, hunting mineral deposits for Wood & Guyer Mining. Tasked with locating, negotiating and reporting to the home office.
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.
Aliases / Nicknames
Belle-St. Regis Hotel , Kalispell
Place of Birth
Pisgah, Bunceton, Cooper County Missouri
Kith & Kin
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
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
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
It was going to be a slow day, not much happened when it rained, at least not anywhere he'd been other than during the war. Then weather was used as cover, sometimes for scouting the Rebs, sometimes for moving troops, and sometimes for quick strikes. Here, none of that applied.
He walked back to the desk, where there was really nothing to do. There were no prisoners, all the circulars were read and waited to be filed, or posted if the fugitives were in Montana, or close enough to warrant his attention.
His guns were cleaned and oiled, so that was another time consumer that didn’t need doing. Just before he sat down again, he straightened up, walked to the peg on the wall where his slicker hung. He had thought ahead, fall and winter were just coming on. A Buffalo coat hung next to it, he retrieved his “fish” and pulled it on, took down his "John B" and set on his head, pulling down with his right hand from the back of the crown. Turning he went to the door, opened it and stepped out.
There was a slight breeze scattering the droplets in all directions, including his. He bowed his head and strode forward in the direction of the cafe.
Mature Content: No
With: Pronto Pike, Leah Steelgrave Location: Kalispell. When: September / 1875 Time of Day: Morning.
Speed was in the office early as usual, it was not even daylight yet and wouldn’t be for the better part of an hour. The heavy leaden clouds expelling the rain that fell on the town made a pleasant tapping sound that could easily beckon sleep.
The fire in the stove began to radiate heat against a temperature of thirty-five degrees, not unusual for Montana in September. Before him were the latest circulars for those the law wanted found and bound over for trial. There were no familiar names, and none from Kalispell, which for the town Marshal was a relief. Temporary he thought, people came and went, headed in all directions, though mostly west. Though once in a while a circular would name a person who had stayed in town, and then it became his responsibility to make the arrest.
As the room heated up, the buffalo coat became too warm to wear, allowing him to remove it and hang on the hook by the door, under his hat. He walked to the window and looked out onto the main street, now a deeper shade of brown with pools forming where indents had been before. Wet and muddy, that was the order of the day, and along with that, breakfast. The clock on the wall read five forty-seven, the café would open at six and though his stomach made rumblings about being fed, he felt no rush.
As he stared out at what he could see of what was Kalispell Trail to the edge of the town, then Main Street to the opposite edge, and the trail again. He wondered about the Pinkerton agent, Jack Asher, and his quest to locate the wanted girl, he hadn’t seen him around.
“Hello Weedy, everything is fine.” Speed responded with a smile. He liked the young lad and it seemed he was everywhere. “This is Mister Jack Asher of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, we here to see Jonah and ask a few question if he’s in.”
"And thank you, sir, it will be, as I said, front page of the next Issue." Phinn said and tucking his notebook in hi pocket scurried through traffic to the opposite side of the street.
"Shall we to our next encounter?"
"On to the good doctor then." Speed said. "It really wouldn't surprise me if in fact, she hasn't been seen in town. Not that she may not be here, or have been here, but I'm thinking, perhaps she kept a low profile, only looked to her immediate needs if she knew she were hunted. Then again, I could be wrong, but it is a thought." He stopped at the door of Doc Danforth's office where he knocked. "He should be in."
Jack nodded. "I've got my horse boarded at the livery stable," he said. "But I'm guessing they'll be more forthcoming if I ask my questions with you there. Which should we hit first? The stable owner or the town doc?"
Speed paused and look around. “Hell we’re almost to the Doc’s we can start there, maybe the café across the street, then work our way back to the livery.” Speed responded, rubbing his chin. “Hard to figure what a woman might do, or where she might go. A man, I’d believe that would be much easier.” He gestured forward, Jonah Danforth’s shingle in pain sight.
"Thanks Addy." He turned to Asher, "Doc Danforth's a good man, if she was injured, chances are she was seen by him." He started out. "This way, not far. Maybe we see the livery, that could have been a stop, especially if her horse needed tending or, maybe she traded mounts with him. Just a thought." He was thinking of places in town where this outlaw woman might have gone, or folks she could have dealt with, if she had even been in Kalispell.
Speed smiled as Addy ranted a bit about women like the one Asher was after. She was a good woman, hard when necessary, one of the things he appreciated about her. He was also glad that Asher seemed to appreciate her as well. It was certainly true that Addy Chapple had done well for herself, doing something he felt she loved.
"We do." Speed admitted as he started for the Millegan Stage Company swing station. "If Addy's about the Coach will be here making it fairly obvious she's about. She seldom strays very far from the barn. If the girl was injured, we've a doc in town, stop by the livery, see if she might have stabled her horse, or traded it out for another."
When they reached the barn the coach could be seen across from the doors. "Addy? Its Marshal Guyer, you about?" He shouted.
"Good day, Miss Carter." Speed said as both men watched her go. "Now, where to Mister Asher. Seeing's you already been to the saloon, where else in town strikes a nerve?"
There was an interest in the woman, as he set down the bottle just inside the door as he pulled it closed, but the intrigue of trying to ferret out information on this female desperado had his curiosity up. Not just that but who would the agent want to talk with? When it came to anything along the trails in and out of town, there would be none better that Addy Chapple, if she was in town.
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