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About Barnabas Pike

  • Kalispell Deputy Marshal

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  • Role
    Main Character
  • Playby
    Ben Foster
  • Full Name
    Barnabas John Pike
  • Goes By
    Pronto
  • Profession
    Top-Hand
  • Position
    Deputy Town Marshal
  • Birth Date
    09/24/1843
  • Status
    Married
  • Height
    5' 10"
  • Hair Color
    Dirty Red
  • Eye Color
    Brown

Physical Description

pronto-pike.jpgStands 5'10", lean of build with dirty red hair, a scraggly beard of a lighter shade, brown eyes.

Pike wears a double-breasted white leather swallow tail coat, which resembles his Civil War frock coat over a nondescript grey shirt. For trousers, he wears Mexican style Vaquero trousers of a supple dyed red roughout leather, with silver buttons running the length of his legs.

He wears crossed gun belts with a pair of  4 3/4 .44 Smith and Wesson Russian pistols.

Traits & Characteristics

  • Fair and honest. (+)
  • Tough when trouble comes. (-/+)
  • True to his given word or handshake. Rides for the brand. (+)
  • When forced is merciless. (-)

General Personality

Barnabas Pike earned the nic-name "Pronto" from his oldest brother Sam due to his quick temper. However, somewhere along the line the war and subsequent life experiences seasoned his temper, enabling him to hold it in check.

Though good with his guns, he never killed a man he had not forewarned.

Known as a top hand, but also for his tenacity in all matters. A man to have on your side when push comes to shove. However, he can be friendly. Actually responsive in a positive manner to those he considers friends, which historically has been few. The other side of that coin would be that Pronto could be lethal when called upon to defend his friends, the man he rides for or the company that employs him without hesitation.

Employment

Employment Details
Dish washer at the Lickskillet Cafe, Deputy Town Marshal

Professional Skills

  • Above average cowhand. Excellent horseman. Top teamster. Above average tracker.
  • Cow Puncher, Former Pony Express Rider, former Confederate Calvary Officer, former Texas Ranger "Minuteman," former Shotgun Guard, Hired Gun.

Expertise

Self Defense
Pike is deadly with either handgun.

Aliases / Nicknames

Pronto

Residense(s)

Current Residence

Boarding House, building a ranch

Place of Birth
Crockett, Texas

Kith & Kin

| FAMILY |

Father: John Henry Pike ~ deceased

Mother: Martha Anne Jackson (Pike) ~ Deceased

Brother(s)

  • Samual Dirk Pike
  • Silas James Pike

Sister: Maryanne Marie Pike

Pronto's parents were killed by Indians, his brothers and sister had vanished upon his return from the war.

|NON-FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS |

Friends

None at this time, new in town.

Foes
None at this time, but, it's early yet.

Life Events

1843 ~ 1853

Barnabas was born into a family of five, a sister a year older than he, two brothers, one four, Silas and one six, Samuel. The Pikes had a fair sized ranch outside Crockett Texas where John Pike raised cattle and farmed some. Barnabas' childhood was about normal for the time period, with the exception of his temper which showed up about the age of five.

He was in the saddle by six, and a fair hand by the age of ten. Fighting Indians. He was fearless, fighting his brothers regularly, most times in defense of his sister, who he loved dearly.

1854 ~ 1859

During this period Pronto learned more of weapons handling and usage against not just the Comanche and Apache, but desperados from both sides of the border. Also during this span, it was becoming clear, Barnabas Pike was a rider to be reckoned with. He was winning most of the races he entered. And, at local contests his roping, bronc riding skills were hard to beat. Aside from his temper, he was becoming the man his father and brothers wanted. But there was trouble brewing, trouble that would divide a nation, and many a family.

1860

Talk of secession was spreading throughout the South. John Pike was against the war solely because taking the men meant the homestead would be left undefended. Neither waring tribes were at bay. But for seventeen-year-old Barnabas Pike, it was exciting, the chance for fame and glory.

1861 ~ 1865

Of an evening, Barnabas rode out to meet a group of young men headed for Saint Louis Missouri with the plan to join the Confederate army. But life has a way of changing plans for folks. Seeing a sign in a window advertising for wiry young men to ride for the fledgling Pony Express.

Within three days he was riding out of Saint Louis for a place called San Francisco California. A long arduous task of riding, changing mounts and riding. Day and night, in any weather. But he loved it. Even the close calls with hostiles.

On his return trip, disaster struck, outside Carson City, Utah Territory, when his mount tumbled down a ravine and Pronto was seriously injured. He hobbled into a settlement called Mormon Station (Genoa) where he recuperated and when fully mended, returned to Texas to join the Confederate Army. He ran into some recruits from the 8th Texas Cavalry, known as Terry's Texas Rangers, and immediately fell in with them, joining the next morning.

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The Terry Rangers distinguished themselves at the battles of Shiloh (April 6–8, 1862), Perryville (October 8, 1862), Murfreesboro (December 31, 1862–January 2, 1863), Chickamauga (September 19–20, 1863), and Chattanooga (November 24–25, 1863); in the Atlanta campaign (May 1–September 2, 1864); and as raiders in Kentucky and Tennessee under Lt. Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest. The Rangers were also part of the inadequate force under Gen. Joseph E. Johnston that attempted to slow Maj. Gen. William T. Sherman's inexorable "march to the sea" during the final months of the war. Terry's Rangers delivered what was probably the last charge of the Army of Tennessee at the battle of Bentonville (March 19–20, 1865). Rather than surrender with the rest of Johnston's army at Durham Station, North Carolina, on April 26, 1865, 158 of the reported 248 survivors of the regiment slipped through Union lines to join other Confederates yet in the field. With the total collapse of the Southern cause, however, the Terry Rangers drifted home as individuals and in small groups, having never officially surrendered.

1865 ~ 1875

1865 returning to Texas after the war he found the family ranch burned and his parents killed by Comanches. Though he could well have restarted the ranch, Pronto drifted and joined the Texas Rangers as a "Minuteman."  He took a job as a shotgun guard with Waddell and Mitchell, freighters out of Lampasas, Texas.

Tiring of that in 1866 he drifted west into New Mexico and Arizona working as a cowboy as he went. He hired on as a wrangler for a small ranch embattled against a much larger spread which lasted some three months before he rode out, after shooting three men for rustling cattle. He signed on in Colorado, then Montana, and finally Utah as a wrangler with a gun, and all of these riding jobs were concerned with range wars. He worked in Utah for grub, ammunition and a saddle. Then he rode the grub line south into Nevada.

By the fall of 1870 Pronto arrived in Virginia City Nevada. He hired on with the Sheriff's Office as a deputy.  The job was all but uneventful, at least in contrast to his recent past. He met Julia Dey who taught fifth grade at the 4th Ward School at the south end of town. He resided for a brief period at the International Hotel before obtaining a cabin just south of the Divide, an area between Virginia City and Gold Hill. A quarter of a mile from the school where Miss Dey taught.

He and Julia became more than friends and were engaged on Christmas Eve of 1871. Their plans were to marry in the late spring, but pneumonia took her life in mid-February. Pronto stayed on and developed a taste for poker. It was during one of these forays at the Delta Saloon that his luck changed dramatically.

Holding three deuces, Pronto Pike bucked the odds and won a one-third share in the Yellow Jacket Mine. Knowing that the Yellow Jacket employed "security men," it would only be a short time before they came calling to reclaim his one-third ownership. He registered his share and went directly to the Yellow Jacket offices in Gold Hill, where he laid out his warnings to Captain T.G. Taylor, the mine superintendent. Pike continued to work as a deputy and the Yellow Jacket quietly paid his one-third share into the Wells Fargo Bank. By the middle of March Pronto had strapped on this chaps, turned in his badge, and rode off to the west and the promise of a new start in California.

California was not the future he had hoped for and so he rode the grub line south-east into Arizona where his knack for finding range problems got him hired on with a small outfit outside of Tombstone, an up and coming mining camp.

Pronto's guns came into play and on several occasions leaving a pair of outlaws dead and three others wounded. He became a marked man over the incident and was on guard the two and one-half months he stayed on.

1874 ~ Present

Pike drifted north again. Retracing his back trail to Virginia City. He stayed on the Comstock long enough to visit Julia's grave, pay his respects around town then down to Gold Hill. Captain Taylor received him cordially and tipped him of a big strike in Montana.  But he had no desire to ride that far north, but Captain Taylor also told him of an up and coming quiet little town in that same Montana, Kalispell. Pronto turned his horse north.

Character Notes

Education Details

Possible the 8th grade
Languages Spoken:

English, some Spanish, Apache, and Comanche

Animals
A hammerhead roan, Chestnut with white flecks

Hammerhead - A stubborn mean-spirited horse
Roan - Having a chestnut, bay, or sorrel coat thickly sprinkled with white or gray

Character Concept:
Pronto Pike, gunfight reenactor. Partially stolen from Louis L'Amour's character of the same name in the novel Hanging Woman Creek. The first one of his I read.

Player Notes

His 1/3 share from the Yellow Jacket mine paid handsomely. And the payments, now transferred to the Kalispell bank, made Barnabas Pike a wealthy man by any standard, yet the wealth failed to change him.

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  1. Barnabas Pike
    "I reckon maybe thirty miles a day, on average." He said in answer to her question about how far they' had come, and how fast.  "Loads light enough, trail's been real good so far. Them to draft hosses 'er pretty tough, and with proper care an' all, they'll get us where we're goin' shore 'nough. Least that's the plan." It had been in his mind to do since before the wedding. The mapping, the obtaining the surrey and supplies for the trip had been the focal point for him, not that he ignored her, or the job. He had to keep it all very quiet. Em was, he had discovered, intuitive? Well, she could ferret out something going on, so he had to work at it to keep his plan a secret.
     
    It was noon of the fourth day out when they had stopped to eat a bite. To Pike this was heaven. Em and him out in the wild country, seemingly without a care in the world, which in actuality could not have been farther from the truth. Barnabas had plenty on his mind, Indians being the least of his concerns. Health of the horses was number one on the list, and he paid particular attention to them. Condition of the surrey, he had picked a light carriage for the trip on purpose, but it too, was a risk. But so far, so good.
     
    He was about to say something to her when he spotted a rabbit who had stopped in it's tracks to look at the two humans. "Em, there's a rabbit, maybe 20 yards to your left." Both of course were armed, it was wild country after all, and there was always some sort of danger present, and her desire to hunt, well the animal had come to her, and rabbit stew sounded pretty good, if she made the shot. "Careful, easy does it getting that rifle up."
    @Bongo
  2. Barnabas Pike
    Mature Content: Nope
    With: Barnabas & Emeline with scattered non-returning NCP's
    Location: West of Kalispell
    When: Begins, July 6, 1876, then varies moving forward.
    Time of Day: Varies as we move along.
     

     
    The first rays of the rising sun filtered through the trees and engulfed the small camp site where Emeline and Barnabas Pike sat at the fire, the aroma of coffee mingling with the scent of the pines, vegetation, and the crisp clean mountain air. There were birds singing in the trees, the final hoot of an owl before the night was completely gone, and in the distance, the scream of an eagle hunting his prey. There were no doors slamming, no pumps creaking, none of the familiar sounds of Kalispell, now left behind.
     
    The surrey had been a good choice. It was big enough to carry everything they needed, which really wasn't much. a tent, blankets, food stuffs, water, guns and ammunition and a spare wheel tied to the rear. It was comfortable, which was important for the time that they would be using it. Pike was glad to be away, the bonus, having Em at his side. Out here it was like he could relax, tho actually his senses were heightened, as he always said, they were guests out here in the wilderness. He carried one of his pistols in his waistband because one never knew.
     
    "Coffee's good out here, some differ'nt than to home. Well, the Lickskillet, fer now." He observed. The bacon in the pan was starting to sizzle, it's scent blending with the others, but not offensive to the senses, almost complimentary. "You sleep good?" He asked. Quiet mornings, it would be like this on the ranch for a while, untill there were children about, cattle, horses, hands working along side of him. But for now, the morning was refreshing. "Reckon we'll put some miles behind us taday, should be fair goin'."
     
    "I slept really well," Emeline commented as she flipped the bacon, working to get it crisp without burning it.  "It was almost too quiet, though," she chuckled, "you get accustomed to the noises in the city."  Leaning over, she kissed his cheek.  "But I was warm and comfortable, and now I'm ready to take on the day!  Well, once breakfast is done."  Then she laughed.  "I don't know if I can cook for only two, though, I'm so accustomed to cooking for dozens."
     
    "Now I can put on the feed bag with the best of 'em, but dozens?" He quipped.
     
    Suddenly, she held her finger to her lips, then pointed.  "Looks like we might have some guests!"  A couple of raccoons were venturing toward them, attracted by the aromas.
     
    "Now ya know, they'll be after that bacon, they get half a chance." He warned, although he was sure that she was well aware of of how raccoons were when there was food of any kind around. His eyes darted to the pack containing the food, but it was secured well enough and he could scare them off if they went after it. "Fine thing ta have guests, yessir, a fine thing, 'cept fer poachers." He laughed at his own musing.
     
    "So once't we eat, I'll hitch up the team, figger they've grazed a plenty already. While your gettin' the camp ready ta break, I'll check hooves, an' wheel, makin' sure we're good, then I'll be back to lend a hand to take 'er down and help fold it up and put away." He wondered how close the bandits would come to man and his fire.
    @Bongo
  3. Barnabas Pike
    Pike could feel his blood coursing through his body boil, as the vote began. Unarmed, and with no badge, he suddenly felt naked in light of what might happen, no matter which way the vote went. To him it was common knowledge that there were strong feelings both ways on this issue, the sad part being that it was not about the hospital, but about the Steelgrave name.
     
    He admired her courage in all of this, the heckling she had endured, the threats he knew had been sent her way, and all the while her resolve to remain steadfast had not buckled. However, he saw her head drop slightly as the balloting commenced.
     
    In that moment he wanted to beat Richard Orr within an inch of his life! The pompous ass!
    @Any
  4. Barnabas Pike
    With camp set, dinner on the fire, and the fading daylight of day one, Barnabas 'Pronto' pike surveyed his new life. Not so different than his old life really. He had spent many a night on the trail here and there throughout his history, yet there was one major difference, Missus Pike. Now, everything was different in that he needed to think for two.
     
    He walked up to her as she tended the pot hanging from the iron rod. "Ya know Missus Pike, as of today, you 'n me, well, we're free of what we left behind. The ranch, in good hands, the cafe, also in good hands, our worries boil down ta have supper an' fightin' off the chill." He put his arm around her. "I expect we'll tend to both shortly."
     
    "Jest wanted you to know thet I love you. I'm glad of our union, an' ever-thing that'll come our way as a result of it. Fact is, wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled, "But, I plan to show you a time, a time we'll remember the rest of our days."
    @Bongo
  5. Barnabas Pike
    An adventure she said, and that is exactly what it was going to be. And the hunting aspect, she could have her chance almost any time as they pressed forward. With plenty of daylight left, they could make good time, although it was going to take some time to reach the destination he had in mind.
     
    "I reckon that it'll be a new adventure. You kin purdy much count on that. Not that I see life as gettin' wild an' woolly up to the ranch. I just think life together oughtta be real interestin', if not excitin', well, time ta time. Raisin' cows, and horses, an' kids'll be a real task, but I gotta say, it'll shorely be worth it, ever' minute of it."
    @Bongo
  6. Barnabas Pike
    "Oh, over the first part o' this trip, there'll be opportunity a plenty fer ya to hunt game. Garonteed." He said. After that, well, 'spose there'll be cafe an' rest'ront food to be had, but we'll get by." The pace for the time being was a brisk trot, and it would vary, though running the pair would only happen in an emergency. Which may or may not happen.
     
    'We got us some time ta be out here in the wild, seein' what nature has ta offer. Likely there'll be some sites to compare with the falls at the ranch, but they won't have the same feel as home, nor as much beauty. Fact is, there jest ain't no place like home, and we ain't even moved in yet, but, all in good time, all in good time. Fer now we can enjoy what's presented to us." He gave her a wink as they began the climb.
    @Bongo
  7. Barnabas Pike
    "Burnin' daylight by the bucket full, but love, we're in no particular hurry. We got us a ways to go yet." He said after getting her into the Surrey. He jogged around, snatching up the ground anchor and releasing it from the halter. Two fine draft animals stamping the hooves, ready to go.
     
    Barnabas got in, snapped the reins and with that pop of leather, Mister and Missus Pike were on their way to their grand adventure which had been planned down to the last detail by Barnabas, well in advance of the actual day of the trip.
     
    "Get comfortable, there water in the skin hangin' on yer side, and some jerked beef betwixt us. Headin' west, girl, headin' west." He didn't even look back as the drove out of town. They would follow the old wagon trail that some of those headed for Oregon had use, and riders still used. It would take them a bit north, past the Redmond place, between Lost Lake and the Evergreen ranches, up into the mountains then down the other side. Open plains, water and game for the biggest part of their trip west. He explained all of that to her as they drove along.
    @Bongo
     
  8. Barnabas Pike
    Barnabas stood outside by the surrey, flipping the reins in a circular motion, waiting. But as he was finding out, a man was always waiting for females for one reason or another. It was not that he minded. He cast a casual glance about the street. It was a good town, a town worth effort and devotion in whatever sense those traits showed themselves.
     
    Yet, he was ready to get on the trail, there was a long ways to go. There would be trains, and coaches possibly even horseback ahead of them. The surrey would get them to the the first stop and transfer, and it would be there for the return trip. What lay ahead would be eye opening for Misses , that was for sure. He was anxious to get going.
     
    Luggage was packed, food stuffs for a few days, and plenty of water in several canteens, all stowed away properly. The thought of warriors on the prowl after the Custer defeat gave him pause, however, Pronto Pike had his pistols about his waist, his Winchester, extra ammunition, and her shotgun, also with extra ammunition. There were road agents about, but he had little fear of either having the misfortune of interrupting the Pikes honeymoon.
    @Bongo@Wayfarer
  9. Barnabas Pike
    Barnabas smiled, "yep, bein' able to help is good. That they two kids get to have a fresh start at things, in a place they can call theirs, that's good, right? I mean, yer plan is that they have this as their first home, instead of livin' out to her Pa's 'er his Ma's." He shook his head, "Ain't no way to start out life tagether."
     
    Once they were outside, the trunk with her things and the smaller one with his things were loaded he looked at her and he smiled wide. "Well now Missus Pike, it would be time fer us ta be on are way. But, maybe if you'd like, farewells to Clara, there's time." Time, there would be plenty of time for them on this journey. Plenty of time for them to get to really know one another in a completely different setting than beautiful downtown Kalispell, and he was certainly looking forward that.
    @Bongo
  10. Barnabas Pike
    He laughed, "Yep, it will be amazin', well least I think it'll be amazin'. So, unless somethin' jumps up an' delays us, we'll be on our way and when we get back, we move outta here an' into the ranch house." He added. "You was gonna speak to Clara 'bout movin' up here? How'd that go?" he knew the young woman was slated to run the place while they were gone.
     
    It was idle conversation, he was anxious for them to be going, it was going to be a long trip and they were going to be gone for quite a while, though she did not know that, all part of the surprise and the trip of a life time. He doubted they would ever have this opportunity again.
     
    "This here's our big chance ta get outta town fer a spell, to see some things an' do some things before we settle down to the bid'ness of workin' the ranch an' raisin us a family. So I plan ta show ya a real good time." He grinned as he said those words, knowing she had no idea what he was talking about.
    @Bongo

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