Stands 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. (-)
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.
Dish washer at the Lickskillet Cafe, Deputy Town Marshal
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.
Pike is deadly with either handgun.
Aliases / Nicknames
Boarding House, building a ranch
Place of Birth
Kith & Kin
| FAMILY |
Father: John Henry Pike ~ deceased
Mother: Martha Anne Jackson (Pike) ~ Deceased
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 |
None at this time, new in town.
None at this time, but, it's early yet.
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.
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.
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.
Possible the 8th grade Languages Spoken:
English, some Spanish, Apache, and Comanche
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
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.
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.
As he looked at the facade of the building he too could visualize what Em was saying about the future. More and bigger buildings. More people, horses, cabs and carriages and whatever else the future might bring. None of which he was actually looking forward to, all a man needed was a good woman, a good horse, and plenty of land.
Yet, he understood that Em like all of this 'civilization', with it's fancy dress, proper manners and such. Now, would she trade life in Montana for this? Had for him to guess, since all this was new to her and exciting. Suddenly he pulled himself away from such thoughts.
"Believe you got a point, Em." As he opened the massive doors for her. "Place has grown since I was last here, just seems to keep gettin' bigger. Now this, this here's what I'd call a store. I mean have a look at alla this stuff!" It was true, countless vendors with products of all kinds, this could get real expensive, not that he really cared.
A voice from the front of the carriage said, "I'll have you back in plenty of time, Ma'am. Mister Sharon gave me explicit instructions."
Pike sat back, "Guess that's taken care of, Em. So I guess maybe we just sight see, maybe we just leave it to the driver here to show things of interest, maybe things most folks miss."
"May I?" The driver asked.
"Sure. Gwan." Brarnabas said.
"Well I'll take you and the lady down to market street which ids filled with beautiful buildings, but one in particular is my favorite. The Emporium. It was built in 1895, opened in 1896, survived the 1906 earthquake but was destroyed by the subsequent fire. Rebuilt in 1908 to it's original splendor."
"As you gaze at the magnificent façade, 275 feet in length and seven stories high, you can hardly realize the great size of its component parts. This is due to the symmetry and harmony of the architecture, the style of which is Modern Renaissance. The main entrance is immense, the span of the arch alone being 25 feet and its height 40 feet. It is the largest single bond arch as yet constructed in any mercantile building or business block, and some of the stones used in it weigh twelve and even fourteen tons each.
"Above the third story rises the imposing colonnade of Corinthian columns, eighteen in number, flanked to half their height by pilasters. These columns reach to the top of the sixth story, thus covering with bases and capitals included, a height of three stories. Their entablature is simple and elegant, and above it rises the façade of the seventh story, which is surmounted by a rich cornice and stone balustrade.
"Fifteen elevators, run by electric power, will be in operation for passengers and freight. Indicative of the high class of tenants...is the fact that already the Supreme Court of California has leased the entire seventh floor for its court rooms and the transaction of its business in this city.
"The building has been made practically fireproof. Constructed throughout on a mammoth skeleton of steel, and protected laterally by brick fire walls against danger from outside, the structural material of the interior – mostly terra cotta, steel, and stone – reduces the risk of fire inside to a minimum."
"I have memorized the article from the Overland Monthly of November 1895 and share it whenever I have the opportunity. We'll stop and you can go in. I believe you will find it a most interesting experience."
Original Architectural Rendering From Overland Monthly November 1895
"That'll be somethin' special, and' likely the envy of the valley, I mean they got windas like tat in the big towns, Helena, Boseman, Virginia City. The one up there I mean. They surely got mansions up on the Comstock , but you an' me, we got us a reminder of this time here in Frisco fer all ta see!"
He opened the door and helped Em into the open carriage, it was no day to be in an enclosed one. He climbed in. "Driver, thanks for bringin' us here. Likely never would have thought about such things on our own."
"Quite all right, Sir." The driver replied. "Hope you found something you liked in there, he has quite the selection. Used in the finest homes in the city. Where to, Sir."
"Ain't rightly sure. Em? Where to, any place special?" He asked.
"Nope, no problem at all." Barnabas said. "Even was they finished, an' I believe they're supposed to be by the first of August, it can be redone. Simple's zat."
"We can have it, as I said, maybe three to four weeks, we're slow at the moment if we were to start on them today, and with shipping time, well, it will be close." Penderson explained.
Barnabas looked to his Em with a smile. "Start today." He said and reached for his wallet. He and Penderson discussed price with the shipping and Barnabas paid him. "Best stop by Wells Fargo, I'm light on cash. Mister Penderson, it's been a pleasure."
"Now, when you get home, if there is any problem, any problem at all, you wire us and we'll make whatever arrangements that are necessary. My card." The man handed Barnabas his card and the shook hands.
Barnabas studied the glass for a long moment, hand to his chin, "I like that, I like that just fine, I do." He said, "Now, 'spose we had that fer the transom, an' Mister Penderson here build us the winder like we was sayin'. A matchin' strip across the top, an' a strip down each side? How'd that be?"
"We can do that. Might take the better part of the month to accomplish, but if you would allow Mister and Misses Pike, we can either allow you to go ahead with your glass, or, we can frame the center glass in squares, good size, say split what is left into thirds across and down. Nine panels, either in wood or leaded, I would go with wood for strength." Penderson explained..
Pike looked to Em, "I'm thinkin' we'd be the talk o' the town with a winda like that, whadda you think Em?"
Pike sort of squinted and wrinkled up is nose. " Well now, hold yer horses," he requested. "Whot if'n we done a strip across the top, say maybe half a foot wide, an' then maybe had us a strip down each side, same width. Thet winda's, wait," he took out his wallet and thumbed through some papers till he pulled one out. "Says here she's a '6040'. Meanin'-"
"Yes sir, you're talking about a six foot wide, four foot tall window. Common size actually. She sits flush with the wall as opposed to a Bay window, which is actually three windows. Two side windows, and the center glass which extends outward. Oh, nearly forgot, I'm Jeremiah Penderson. Now Ma'am, a transom would likely be above a door, of which I have any number in stock. What your husband is talking is framing the front window with three pieces framing the top and the sides. A most impressive look for any home."
Pike stepped back, appraising some of the work he could see. "Up ta you, Em, I mean it's are house, you got as much say as me about whot goes in it, prolly more."
Barnabas looked around and was instantly impressed by what he saw inside the shop. There was framed, leaded glass everywhere and he began to think of what they might want. He looked to Em. "Sure are. The transom over the front door, now that 'un could use the brand in the middle, with whatever foldoral you'd like." He was nodding as he talked.
"Next mebe we figg'er out a winda fer the main room, 'er the kitchen, mebe even the bedroom. I'll leave that'un up to you, but they sure are purdy, and they add a touch of class to the place."
It was then a man dressed in a leather apron approached them, "May I help you?"
"Havin' a couple made likely wouldn't be a problem, gettin' 'em to Kalispell, now that might be the trick." Barnabas said. "Reckon it could be done though. Worth us lookin' into if it's really somethin' you'd want. Mighty fancy, and it'd shore purdy up the place."
Not that they would be practical as in full windows, he favored the transoms for the time being. the country was a bit wild still for full windows or doors, which he had thought of as well. He had seen doors done that way, and ones just etched with beveled glass. There were a number of several ways to beautify the house. A lot to think about and a lot for them to discuss because it was not just his decision, though most men of the era believed it was his decision, and his alone.
The driver had worked his way through the streets while the couple discussed stained glass, he pulled up in front of a fairly nondescript brick building with a sign across the front announcing "Penderson's Glass Works. "Excuse me , Sir, Madam, Penderson's can answer all of your questions. I couldn't help but overhear and many of San Francisco's finest families have incorporated their works in their homes."
Ya know, Bill'd know, 'er he could direct us to where we'd find a winda like that. I mean, there the transoms over the doors, me'bee we could cut in over the winda's facin' east an west." He considered, there was something about the stained glass that beckoned to him, something that spoke to him, a thing he could visualize.
"We'll ask, me'be look about on our own, but I like the idea of incorporating 'em in the house. Wouldn't take much if we need to cut holes for 'em, Not much at all. There jest ain't no reason a man cain't have purdy things in his house, 'sides his wife." The he laughed. "Yep, we need ta look inta this."
"I've marveled at this city afore when I was here. An' she sure has blossomed since the early seventies. Like five year ago was a long time, but I'm surely tellin' you this city, well it's bigger it was to be sure." Barnabas said as the driver began their tour of the city by the bay.
Instead of taking them down to the wharf which was becoming a place that housed seafood restaurants along with the fishing industry, he took them through the city, saying not a word as the went up Nob Hill and all the beautiful homes already built there.
"Maybe we shoulda built the house like them>" He said as he pointed out a couple of homes that they passed. "Maybe a barn sortta like thet 'un there." He was kidding with her now, but the size of some of the homes was staggering to the imagination that people lived like that. The then back down again and the hustle and bustle of the growing city. There was a lot to see.
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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