Henry S. Guyer II

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1. 

   A Trip To The Gunshop

   8 hours ago

   "Well sir, I'll be back with those pistols as I said, and the nickle Colts. See you then." He found it refreshing to have the door opened for him as he stepped out onto the boardwalk. "Good day, sir."
    
   Across the street at the Stardust stood Grimes horse and what had been an  idea earlier now was a quandary. The animal would now belong to Francis, it would be her decision as to what happened to the horse and saddle. That left him holding thirty-five dollars and wondering just where he could find Francis Grimes to give it to her, and find out what she wanted to do with the horse.
   TBC
   
2. 

   A Trip To The Gunshop

   Yesterday at 02:07 PM

   Speed smiled, "I think that would be fine, Mister Winter. Just fine. I'll present her with what cash I've accumulated so far, and when we've got all this settled, I'll see that she gets the balance." A lump sum offer for guns that he could turn a profit on for himself was a more than fair offer, in fact, it was a most generous offer. More good coming out of the bank robbery tragedy.
    
   "I'll head over and gather up what I have. Maybe the gun leather is in acceptable condition as well, I really hadn't paid much attention, except for one outfit, the two gun rig that had belonged to Kid Carlisle. A pair of nickle plated, ivory handled, Colt peacemakers in four and three quarters inch barrel lengths. Well cared for."
    
   They would fetch a pretty penny separately or together. Then the rig itself polished black leather. The right man could wear it with either of the Mexican  loop holsters if he chose to. Or, buy the whole lot. Perhaps an auction for them, that was food for thought.
    
   "Well, I'll be back, need to stop by and see Gunther about Grimes' horse. I'll have those guns here before days end." Speed announced.
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3. 

   A Trip To The Gunshop

   Friday at 01:01 PM

   Speed smiled. "Fine, I appreciate that, Mister Winter.  The funds of course will go to a good cause.  That girl will need all the help she can get." The plight of Francis Grimes was not one he was able to fully grasp. With no sight, without her brother's assistance and support, her situation appeared to be grave. Yet, what did he actually know of her circumstance? Nothing. She must have a place to live, that all but go without saying.
    
   "I've several guns over at the jail that belonged to the men that robbed the bank.  They won't be needing them, I can bring them over to be repaired where necessary, and perhaps you would take them on consignment once the town pays you for the repair work. Sound like something that you might be willing to do? That money can go to her as well." He would head over and see Matt Wentworth about the plan.
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4. 

   Caleb Barnes

   Thursday at 02:34 PM

   Speed followed Hank's directions, heading back east made no real sense, but then he wasn't running from the law, he was the law. That would be two stolen horses to Caleb Barnes' credit, not a good thing to have as it was a hanging offense, and should there be a third, and he be caught by whoever he stole it from, well, they would decorate the nearest tree with him.
    
   Speed followed what trail there was on the hard packed ground until he entered the grassland where the hoof's had torn up the earth, the trail still leading him east but into the trees which he was expecting. It was clear the animal had tired and was slowed to a walk. Not the escape Barnes had hoped for, but he still had a lead on Guyer, and with ground now covered in dead fall limbs, branches and leaves, the trail had all but disappeared, it had become slow going.
    
   The hope of a quick capture was fading faster than the daylight as he followed the vague, often disappearing trail. Speed wanted to pick up his pace but the constant changes in direction to locate anything of a trail was slow and agonizing, except that now Barnes was heading northeast, as if he was circling back to Kalispell. That made no sense to him, but then again, he wasn't Barnes, and had no idea what he was thinking, so he pushed on.
   
5. 

   Two At Breakfast

   Thursday at 12:33 PM

   Speed smiled, "Well Clara, if I know Emeline Pike, you'll be hearing from her once they reach civilization. Kind of wonder where it is they headed off to. Pike really never said much about it. But I'm sure we'll all find out in short order."
    
   "Your Deputy just took off for places unknown, without so much as a word as to where he was taking his wife?" Phinn asked. "Some hostile country out there!"
    
   "Nope, said they were going, and he'd be back, which I reckon he will, sooner or later." Speed stated. "They deserve some time though. Glad they got away for however long, do 'em both good."
    
   "I suppose so, Speed, I suppose so. Man and his wife take a trip like this, well, they'll surely get to know one another. That's a fact." Phinn observed. "So, what do you think about Charlie, your other Deputy, getting himself corralled into this fisticuffs match of Crabbe's?"
    
   "Grown man, if he wants to do that, well it's up to him. Personally, not something I'd find myself doing for sport. Hurts bad enough when it's in the line of duty, but he's young and he'll heal quickly. Could be a real lesson in it for him." Both men attacked the food before them without another word.
   
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6. 

   POW!

   Wednesday at 09:28 PM

   Speed walked in nodding to folks as he moved through the crowd, spying a the canvas area where the combatants would be. He would stay for the fight, even placed a bet of ten dollars on Charlie to win. Not knowing much about Robert Cullen, he had no idea what Charlie would be up against. Nor did he really know if Charlie could in fact handle himself in a bare knuckle fight. One slated for twenty rounds.
    
   He stopped and looked around at the gathering crowd, mostly men, all dressed to the nines, as much as some could afford to dress up. He, was not, he was dressed casually, with badge and gun. It was after all, a work day for him. He did see Miss Caroline Mundee, and wondered, as he often did, why some fella hadn't drug her off and married her? Then again, perhaps she just wasn't the marrying kind. Which brought to mind Alice Fletcher, who was. He shook his head and marched into the area where the two men were getting ready. He stopped next to Charlie.
    
   "Good luck out there, pard. Not something I would have done, but I'm in your corner, no matter what." He said. "Don't be in a rush, twenty rounds is a long fight. What I'd do."
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7. 

   A Trip To The Gunshop

   Wednesday at 01:44 PM

   "Well sir, got a pistol here, actually a fairly new Colt." He said, laying the gun on the counter. "It belonged to Frank Grimes and hard as it may be to believe, it appears to be well taken care of. Since Frank experienced another case of slow, I'd like to see what I can get for it, he has a blind sister, Francis, about town who'll need any cash that can e raised."
    
   What Speed knew was Frank's horse and a fine looking range saddle that would fetch a good price, either separately or together. Far more than the pistol, and with any luck, Frank had a rifle which could be sold as well. Speed's real concern was how Francis would manage without the support of her brother, worthless as he might have been, he did see to her.
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8. 

   Two At Breakfast

   October 11

   "Thank you, Clara." Speed said. "have you heard from the Pikes yet?" He thought perhaps Emeline would have written, or sent a wire if they were someplace where there was a telegraph. The fact that they would cross wild country before reaching
    
   "Looks excellent, Missus Lutz, just excellent." Phinn added, looking up to hear if there had been any word from the honeymooners on their trip. News was news, and depending on where they had gone on their trip, that would be something to add to the paper, aside from Grimes death, or the upcoming boxing match, which would hold little interest for the ladies of Kalispell, unlike a travelog.
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   (sorry for the delay)
   
9. 

   Caleb Barnes

   October 9

   Guyer came up to the place at a trot, expecting Norman to come out, rifle i hand, and he was not disappointed. The man stood flatfooted in the doorway,  Winchester 'Yellow Boy" held level at his waist, hammer back. It would take the slightest move to raise it to where he could fire and hit a man on horseback.
    
   "Marshal Guyer? What the Sam Hell?" He asked. "You chasin' a man? He stole my horse, the sonofabitch! You catch him, see he's hung right proper!"
    
   "Which way'd he go, Hank, and how long ago?" Speed asked.
    
   "Headed back east. Been maybe half an hour, not much more." NOrman replied. "Hard to work this place without a horse I'll tell ya, but he didn;' get the good 'un, just the one saddled an' she old. Good fer ridin' ta town, maybe light pullin', not much more."
    
   "I'll find him, Hank, and he'll pay, not to worry. Buffaloed me back in town took my horse but didn't get far. Got thrown!"
    
   "She'll tire out in maybe a mile at the gallop. Won't be much fer runnin' after that. So you best get before he's lost in the trees and rocks out that way." Hank Norman advised.
    
   "Thanks Hank, I'll get her back for you." He wheeled the Dapple Gray and touched spur to her flank, the horse responding quickly. Not all out but, as a fast pace for a ways, then slowing to a walk as he searched for sign. It was easy to pick up, the horse was running and tearing up the ground, so Guyer pushed on seeing the stand of trees up ahead where chances were he could lose his quarry, or simply find it more difficult to locate the trail. He picked up the pace again.
   
   tbc
   
10. 

    A Trip To The Gunshop

    October 7

    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.
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