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"It was a land of vast silent spaces, of lonely rivers, and of plains where the wild game stared at the passing horseman. It was a land of scattered ranches, of ... long-horned cattle, and of reckless riders who, unmoved, looked in the eyes of life or death." -- Theodore Roosevelt in An Autobiography, 1913

Howdy! And welcome to the Wild West. These vast uncharted lands to the west of Mississippi have inspired countless tales and works of fiction, capturing the collective imagination to the point that we feel these stories, true or legend, “could have happened”.

Most of these Western stories take place in the “West that Never Was”, a mythologized territory of towns in the middle of nowhere, hot deserts, beautiful sunsets, smoke-filled saloons, legendary gunfighters and outlaws, savage Indians, abandoned gold mines… and guns. Loads of guns.

So you are about to embark upon a classic-style western story that takes place at an uncertain time somewhere in that territory depicted in these works of fiction. A territory often referred to as the “Shattered Frontier”. We might learn a thing or two about the life in the historical period, but please bear in mind that this is not a history book. Some of the places and characters did exist, but we are not looking for historical accuracy. At best, the aim is to capture some of the feel of the West while maintaining a sense of authenticity. And most importantly, to have some cowboy fun!

"The Old West is not a certain place in a certain time. It's a state of mind. It's whatever you want it to be. --" Tom Mix

In the very heart of Wild West mythology is the cowboy. The history of the West is the story of those who conquered it. Men of all origins came to the Frontier. They all had a past, but you did not ask about such thing. All that mattered was here and now. Those who had it in them became cowboys. That was the life they chose. And they never looked back. These were men of courage. Men of principle. Tough men ready to endure hardship. Men of few words. Men who walked and stood up straight and looked danger in the eye without blinking. Men who lived and died by an unspoken set of rules… known as the Code of the West

Though the Code of the West was always unwritten, here is a "loose" list of some of the guidelines:

* Don't inquire into a person's past. Take the measure of a man for what he is today.    
* Look out for your own.
* A cowboy is loyal to his "brand," to his friends, and those he rides with.
* Never pass anyone on the trail without saying "Howdy".
* When approaching someone from behind, give a loud greeting before you get within shooting range.
* Don't wave at a man on a horse, as it might spook the horse. A nod is the proper greeting.
* After you pass someone on the trail, don't look back at him.  It implies you don't trust him.
* Remove your guns before sitting at the dining table.
* Never order anything weaker than whiskey.
* Always fill your whiskey glass to the brim.
* Always drink your whiskey with your gun hand, to show your friendly intentions.
* Drinking on duty is grounds for instant dismissal and blacklisting.
* Never steal another man's horse. A horse thief pays with his life.
* Riding another man's horse without his permission is nearly as bad as making love to his wife. Never even bother another man's horse.
* No matter how weary and hungry you are after a long day in the saddle, always tend to your horse's needs before your own, and get your horse some feed before you eat.
* A cowboy doesn't talk much; he saves his breath for breathing.
* Don't make a threat without expecting dire consequences.
* Cuss all you want, but only around men, horses and cows.
* Complain about the cooking and you become the cook.
* A cowboy is pleasant even when out of sorts. Complaining is what quitters do, and cowboys hate quitters.
* Never wake another man by shaking or touching him, as he might wake suddenly and shoot you.
* Real cowboys are modest.  A braggert who is "all gurgle and no guts" is not tolerated.
* Honesty is absolute - your word is your bond, a handshake is more binding than a contract.
* Always be courageous. Cowards aren't tolerated in any outfit worth its salt.
* Give your enemy a fighting chance.
* Never shoot an unarmed or unwarned enemy. This was also known as "the rattlesnake code": always warn before you strike. However, if a man was being stalked, this could be ignored.
* Never shoot a woman no matter what.
* Consideration for others is central to the code, such as: Don't stir up dust around the chuckwagon, don't wake up the wrong man for herd duty, etc.

So saddle up, and ride your horse to the Shattered Frontier of the West. -YEEHAW!!

Sinta Custer has Portuguese and German blood in her veins. Three of her grandparents were European immigrants, but she never met them. Her only memories of a grandparent are from her paternal grandfather, Harry, who died when she was eight. She grew up in Watertown (NY), where she went to school and was a good student but she could not always attend. Sinta and her older sister Raquel had to help their parents. They were an Upper Lower Class family, and worked as laborers. These were hard times for many families, and even though well-intentioned, the parents were too poor to provide an adequate upbringing.

Her father John died of tuberculosis when Sinta was ten. Sinta and her mother Maria suffered it too, but recovered, although her mother has had a frail health ever since. They moved in with her older sister Raquel who had married to a journalist called Derek Truman in Des Moines and had a two-year-old girl. They discovered she was pregnant again, which was a source of joy. However, Sinta struggled to find a job in Des Moines and, after a couple of months, it was clear that the salary of Derek was not enough to feed six mouths. Sinta agreed with Raquel that Mother would stay with them and she would find her life elsewhere. Unable to face her mother´s grief, Sinta left at night after writing a small note: "I will be fine. I love you all. Sinta". That night happened twenty months ago.

Sinta moved West, and worked as a nurse, a dishwasher, a waitress, and a cook, barely earning enough to survive and accepting gifts from men from time to time to get by. One of these men invited her home for dinner one night. He then tried to get access to her but she refused. He became angry, told her she was an ungrateful bitch, forced her, and raped her. Completely overpowered by the man´s strength, she could not resist no matter what she tried, and she tried everything: escaping, fighting back, begging... nothing saved her from the final result. She knew this had happened to many other women, but she never thought it was going to happen to her. While the man had his way with her, she tried not to think of her mother but could not help it. After a time, the man finished and let her go. His words burned like fire on her ears: "Ok, honey, we are done here. You can go home now.

Full of fury, Sinta took the man´s revolver from the wooden floor, aimed at the man (still with his trousers down) and, with eyes full of tears and rage, said he was going to kill him. The man laughed and said: "Come on, honey. Give me that before you hurt yourself", adding insult to injury by patronizing her. She put a bullet through his forehead without a second thought. The bang caused some commotion in neighboring houses. Sinta decided she could not go home again, but she did not want to anyway. She took the man´s boots, his Smith&Wesson Russian and bullets, and his hat, and fled through the black door in the dusk.

She felt stupid later for not having taken any money. However, she sold the boots for more money than she expected and could sleep warm for a week. When the events sank into her mind, she spent three days crying. She had killed a man. They would find her and hang her. Then, on the morning of the fourth day she decided that she could not just lay there and wait for the sheriff or the friends of the man to come and get her. She had her wits with her, and for the first time in years she had a gun.

Sinta had had a brother, Mario, that died of smallpox when he was four and she was seven. Maybe missing a boy, maybe because he wanted at least one of his daughters to be able to defend herself, his father had taught her to use a gun. Raquel never wanted to. His father loved guns, and Harry and young Sinta used to hold competitions shooting trees in the times when they could spare some money to buy bullets. Harry had been buried with his own revolver. Sinta had never got another one. Money was always short, and respectable women do not use guns. Well, the hell with it! She was through being respectable, it had not brought her anything good, she though while she looked at the gun in her hands.

Sinta has never told anyone about the rape, but the incident has built in her a deep distrust of men as friends. She will trust men as colleagues or business partners, but she will make the boundaries very clear. Good fences make good neighbors and all that. Just in case any man tries to use her again, she has the gun always ready.

For a few months she had a business partner, Jack, with whom she sometimes protected caravans moving through difficult territory in the area around Canyon City. Jack never made a move on her, smart enough to realize that she was not interested. Jack and Sinta often spent time in a local saloon where Laura Shelby and her sister Hannah worked as saloon girls. Sinta got some work there as well when she had no work as a cowgirl. First as a dishwasher and then occasionally helping out in the kitchen. Laura and Sinta became fairly close friends. They were often joined by the new Canyon City marshals, Bucky and Jared Maddox. Laura fell in love with Jared, a tough and cold lawman, except when he played the flute. For a moment, Laura thought Jared Maddox would maybe settle down in Canyon City, but he didn´t. When he had finished helping Bucky to pacify the town, he left. And broke Laura´s heart. It wasn´t long before Laura Shelby left Canyon City, running away from her memories.

Jack had decided to marry Hannah and settle down, leaving Sinta on her own again. Since then, she has managed to earn a decent living as a cowgirl and occasionally as a nurse. She has discovered she has a special intuition with animals, which makes up for the lack of physical strength when working with them. Her partners also appreciate her healing skills and her keen aim, which has proved.

Recently, she visited Jack and Hannah for one last time. After more than a year, Hannah had received word from her sister Laura. She was in a small town in southern Arizona, and the local cattle baron was hiring cowboys. Sinta decided to ride there. The name of the town was… Sabbath.

Sinta is small woman of little physical strength and not especially good looks, but she is fit, healthy, and determined, which makes people like her. After a year being a cowgirl, Sinta is skilled handling animals. Given her lack of physical strength, it is probably her biggest asset for earning a living as a cowgirl. Sinta is 26 years old, 5´1” tall and weighs 119 lbs. She has a special talent for aiming quickly, and an extraordinary resistance to disease and infection. She is somewhat touchy about not being considered an equal by the other cowboys. Also she has sworn off alcohol (Abstinent). Deep down inside, she also has a nagging conscience about what she did in the past, and somehow wants to act in a way to make amends. Even if just to herself.

Hurd Price was born in a farm somewhere in Carolinas, close to the Atlantic coast. He was the 2nd youngest of a total of seven siblings, five girls and two boys . Children often died due to infection and diseases, and the Price family was no exception. They were petty criminals from the Lower Class. His parents did try their best, but they were too poor to really provide for their children. His parents are still alive, same as three of the sisters, but Hurd has not had any contact with them since he came to the West. Hurd often misses Jane, his younger sister with whom he had a very close relationship before he left the coast to try his luck in the Frontier. His goal is to build a farm and make an honest living.

Shortly after he arrived to the town of Sabbath, Hurd met Vernon Adams – a veteran cowboy who had worked for a local cattle baron Vince Bronson for many years. Hurd helped Vernon with his ranch, and became friends with him and his wife. Vernon also spoke to Mr. Bronson about giving Hurd some occasional work.

Hurd has settled down in Sabbath, a small quiet town in southern Arizona. He has also met Laura Shelby, a beautiful woman with a past she does not want to discuss. Hurd knows Laura had had her share of men and towns, and her rough life and ways have taken their toll on her face. But Hurd is confident he can provide a home, kindness and stability to her. Love is another matter. Because Hurd has difficulties showing his affection physically to woman. He is afraid he might not only be impotent, but a homosexual. So far he has been able to maintain this a secret in his relationship with Laura.

Only a month ago, Hurd claimed a piece of land with an old abandoned farm. It is very close to the Bronson territory, and Vernon Adams considers it would be possible for Price to register the land to his name officially at some point. To protect the very modest Price farm, Hurd took a small loan from Bronson to buy himself a LC Smith shotgun. He is extraordinary quick at reloading guns, something that can prove to his advantage.

Hurd is 23 years of age, right handed, 5´9” tall and weighs 197 lbs. He is fairly intelligent and has a lot of common sense, but he is somewhat an introvert. This is partly because he has a secret. He is not sexually attracted to women. There is also something about him that makes drifters and beggars approach him asking for help and money, aid or some sort of financial backing, and he just hates to turn them away empty-handed.

Crowe Wheelwright was born in small farm somewhere in a southern state of Arizona. They worked as farm hands for the farm owner, an Upper Lower Class family. Crowe was third of a total of seven children, and first boy. After the death of his two older sisters due to diseases common at the time, he became the oldest living child. Especially the oldest sister had been very close to Crowe, and their untimely deaths affected his personality. Two more of Crowe´s sisters died from tuberculosis, and another sister in a horrible accident. Only the youngest (and only other male) sibling is still alive today.

Crowe spent his childhood working in the farm and with cows, horses and other animals, surrounded by the open countryside of Arizona. Crowe often kept to himself, and his parents felt very indifferent about him. He was almost considered a burden, or that is how he felt in any case. This upbringing left a mark on Crowe´s behavior. He has a very pessimistic outlook on life (daunsy). He often seems depressed and fails to see the positive side of things. The glass is always half empty to his eyes.

As a child, Crowe became friends with Jason Bronson. Jason´s father was a powerful and wealthy cattle baron Vince Bronson, who practically owned a small town of Sabbath. Not before long, Crowe started working as a farm hand there. It was also a way to get some distance between himself and his family. Jason was of the same age, but his life was completely different. He did not have to work to make a living, but he liked the cowboy life. Crowe learned the trade, and for now he rides for the Bronson brand as a cowboy. The foreman and Vince´s right hand Harvey Steinbaugh is the man in charge of the cowboys, and he is a tough boss who does not take slack from anybody. But he has a soft spot for Jason and also to a lesser extent for Crowe.

Even though Crowe is happy working as a cowboy, he has quiet aspirations. Secretly Crowe wants to become a gunfighter. He is very fast with the gun, faster than most of the older cowboys. He is eager to prove himself, and maybe Bronson will have use for him and his talent.

Crowe Wheelwright is 22 years old, and 5´10” tall. He weighs only 152 lbs.  He is extra quick with his shooting iron (Greased Lightning), and capable of some fancy trick shots (Improved Arc of Fire). But he is more of a quiet type than a bragger.

Mayer was born in the Northeast, in a farm in Maryland. He was the youngest of seven children, but tuberculosis, smallpox and infections killed his brothers and sisters, except one sister. His parents were loving and caring Upper Middle Class citizens, and both are still alive as far as Mayer knows. His father was a retired military officer. However, Mayers relationship with his brothers and sisters was never too close. Especially the surviving sister, who is a bitter enemy of Mayer´s since their early childhood.

At a very young age, the lure of adventure made Mayer pack his bag and head West. Nobody knows his full name. He is sometimes called the “Bandit”, but nowadays he prefers to be called "Ace Of Spades" Mayer. The name “Bandit” comes from his outlaw days, when he was in a gang with some other scum from the Mississippi area, and later in Delaware. They were specialized in assaulting caravans in lonely roads, leaving no survivors to tell who they were or the hell did they came from. Take no prisoners. But it didn't take too much time for Mayer to realize that wasn't his life. He fought his partners many times ´cause he spent all their money gambling. Sometimes it went all right, sometimes he lost a god damn fortune. Still, it was difficult to leave the gang.

Deep inside, he was a gambler, not an outlaw. He wasn't even a good shooter. He wanted to spend his time travelling through the West, playing cards to pay his debts and his vices. Women and beer ain't cheap, you know? He once met a professional gambler by name of Lucas Decroux. He was a veteran, and he had done many towns. Maybe too many. Sometimes helping out his lawmen friends in the most dangerous of places, such as Claremont and Canyon City. Even San Acoma. But often on the wrong side of the law, or in that dark grey area where gamblers felt so much at home. Lucas taught Mayer the tricks, not only poker but all sorts of dice games (craps, Chuck-A-Luck) and other card games, mainly Faro. But end of the day, there was really nothing quite like the feeling of a hand of poker, dollar a point.

However, so far Mayer has lived more as an outlaw than a gambler. At present he is still with the Ed Stein Gang, and other outlaws that are using the abandoned Lee ranch as a secret hideout in the Chickasaw Indian territory, in Delaware. Ed Stein was already a somewhat notorious outlaw further south, and he really wants to make his mark. While most of the other outlaws in the Lee ranch were content with stealing some cattle and keeping a low profile, Ed Stein planned a series of attacks to the small caravans or lone wagons travelling in the nearly abandoned roads. Ed Stein is a bit “loco” and he gave the order to leave no survivors during the caravan attacks. He also likes to think of himself as the leader. There are actually three different gangs using the hideout. Bandit Mayer is considered mostly part of the gang lead by Ed Stein. On Ed´s side you will always find Tom Cole and Jim Copeland. The other two gangs are the Lee clan and the Dyer Brother´s Gang. There are about a dozen outlaws in total.

Now that Mayer feels his days as an outlaw are numbered, he wants to build a name, a reputation as a gambler. Already people that he has played with have started calling him "Ace of Spades", and there ain't many people alive out there who still call him Bandit. He is already thinking of leaving this life behind. Maybe go south, close to the border. Visit Lucas in San Acoma… Last time he had seen the veteran gambler he was on his way back to the Sky City near the Mexican border.

Mayer is 25 years old, 5´9” and 157 lbs. He has a keen intelligence, and he thinks quick (Quick Thinking). The habit of observing rivals on a card table has also provided him win an acute sense to perceive the tendency, or the action that is about to happen, for instance in a duel.

“Choctaw” Lee was born into a Chickasaw Indian tribe in Delaware reservation. At a very early age he learned that he was the illegitimate child of Tom Lee, who had produced quite a few legitimate and illegitimate children in the Indian territory. He was married to a white woman. In total he fathered ten children, Choctaw Lee was number five, but six of the ten children died due to diseases that were common in the reservations, including all the other half breeds. Tom´s older brother and Choctaw´s uncle, James Lee, had married an Indian woman and was granted permission by the tribe to establish himself in the Chickasaw (and Choctaw) territory. James was not a hard working or an honest person, but he was still far ahead of his brothers Tom and Pink. The three brothers built a few sheds in the wilderness, and soon started stealing cattle…

Choctaw Lee was never really accepted as part of the tribe. His mother, Nashoba, was practically seen as a prostitute by the other Indians. As an illegitimate child and half breed, he was rejected by both the Indians and the whites. He met his father Tom quite often until James Lee died, and the rest of the Lee family abandoned the ranch and the area. Choctaw lost contact with his sisters. Choctaw was the only male who had lived till adulthood, and his half-sisters had accepted him to a point. However, he was now left alone with the Indians at the age of fourteen. The Lee ranch was abandoned for some years, and forgotten.

Recently, the abandoned Lee ranch deep in the wilderness close to Delaware bend received new occupants. Ed Stein, an outlaw of some notoriety, married to the daughter of the late James Lee. He then started using the ranch as a hideout for himself, Tom Cole and Jim Copeland. Few more outlaws, including “Ace of Spades” Mayer joined the gang, and most of the Lee clan returned: the two brothers Pink and Tom, and also Jim Jr., son of the late James Lee. Young "Choctaw" Lee joined the gang this time around, and met his father Tom again. Later on, the two Dyer Brothers and others from their gang like Della Humpy and Jack Dekker joined the group of a dozen outlaws. 

Choctaw is agile and tough, but not too strong. He is 23 years of age, left-handed 5´9” tall and 157 lbs. He was raised into two cultures in a way, or to neither. His native language is English, but he knows some Choctaw language and things about their culture. Even though the Indians never really accepted him, or maybe because of that, they tried their best so Lee could make it in the Frontier amongst the whites. 

The Indian blood is a burden for Choctaw Lee, or has been. It´s almost impossible for him to live amongst the Indians, he is more half-breed for the Choctaw people than he is for the white people. Also his attitude towards life is very far from the Indian way of life. He is still looked upon as different by some white folk. Funnily enough, he is blond and fair-skinned, so his Indian heritage could go unnoticed. But he likes to bring it up and use the nickname "Choctaw Lee". Maybe he just wants to provoke everyone. There is something different about Choctaw. Maybe a chemical imbalance of sorts causes him to ignore any precaution, and he often takes an insane risk in combat, believing it doesn’t matter whether he lives or dies. This Deathwish is perfectly combined with enormous Courage in the face of danger. He is also good with a gun, and has perfected his Fanfiring technique. All this makes him unpredictable, cocky and really dangerous.  He is hard and feelingless badass, unmoved by emotion. A true Hardcase.

Jack Dekker was born as Ulrich Schweighofer into a German-American family in Gering (Nebraska), a little young town on the West frontier. His father, Erik Schweighofer, was from east Prusia, where he had been a forester of Sigfrid III von Staufen, Count of the Palatinate. Fed up with how the nobility treated servants, he saved enough money to make possible for him and his wife Elsa to cross the Atlantic into the New World.

Erik found a beautiful little almost-German village in America, and began to work as a hunter. Furs were a very lucrative business there, and he was an excellent hunter. Erik and Elsa had a total of seven children, all boys. Ulrich was the firstborn. Four of his brothers died at an early age. The youngest had a very close relationship with Ulrich and his death from cholera was a very hard blow. Erik tried to pass on the secrets of the hunting profession to his firstborn son, but Ulrich wasn’t capable of putting up with his father’s high expectations, even though he learned to move in the wilderness and explore rough terrain. As a first generation of German-American, and still a teenager, Ulrich freed himself from his father’s clutches and began his own path. He said goodbye to his parents and his two younger brothers, Matthias and Jahn. He was going to miss them, especially Jahn.

The young Schweighofer, who only knew how to shoot a rifle, was on his own now. He quickly had to choose: to be a bandit or to be a soldier. At that time he chose the latter. Ulrich enlisted as an infantry man in a timely war against the Sioux Indians who were rampaging. Next ten months were a blur of marching to somewhere, getting orders to do something or shooting someone. He missed the old-times and the freedom, but the pay wasn’t that bad, he was not alone but with comrades and at any rate it was the only thing he could do well. Without noticing it he already was promoted to a shooting instructor.

His life should have carried on in the military, but then Captain Coleman showed up. Coleman was the worst thing that could happen to the USA’s 3rd infantry regiment. He was a southerner, a wealthy man and a staunch follower of old war tactics. He put all his effort into making a living hell of the soldier’s lives. Not only every stupid regulation had to be strictly followed (although they always had been observed in a very lax way in the West frontier infantry), but the “new” tactics were horrifyingly lethal... for his own soldiers. Honorable tactics against red skins, who were able to outmaneuver and outthink them….

Ulrich bore it until the last of his original brothers in arms disappeared. Then he deserted. It was the only way he knew to face too much pressure. Knowing that Coleman would put him in the wanted lists, Ulrich changed clothes, grew a beard, changed his name to Jack Dekker and began his new life as an outlaw.

Shortly after deserting the army, Jack Dekker joined the Dyer Brothers gang of outlaws, who later met with the Ed Stein gang and the Lee clan in Delaware, west of Mississippi. Some years ago, one of the Lee brothers had married an Indian woman and built a ranch deep in the Chickasaw territory. The ranch was since abandoned, but now Ed Stein had joined forces with a few members of the Lee clan, and started using the farm as their hideout. Ed Stein was already a somewhat notorious outlaw further south before seeking refuge in the Delaware area, and it did wasn´t long before he started to make his mark. While most of the other outlaws that used the Lee ranch as their hideout were content with stealing some cattle and keeping a low profile, Ed Stein planned a series of attacks to the small caravans travelling in the nearly abandoned roads. Ed Stein is a bit “loco” and he gave the order to leave no survivors during the attacks. He also liked to think of himself as the leader. There were in fact three different gangs using the hideout. The Stein gang was originally Ed Stein, Tom Cole and Jim Copeland, and “Ace of Spades” Mayer who joined them recently. The other two gangs are the Lee clan (Tom Lee, Pink Lee, Jim Lee Jr. and Choctaw Lee) and the Dyer Brother´s gang (Saul and Earwin Dyer, and Della Humpy, and Jack Dekker). There are a dozen outlaws in total.

Jack Dekker, a.k.a. Ulrich Schweighofer, is 26 years old 6´2” tall and weighs in at 175 lbs. His good looks, charisma and wits make him a popular companion. He has a Thick Accent that hints of his German origin. Also, during his time in the military, his hearing suffered from the explosions and noise, and nowadays he has difficulties hearing and often has to ask others to repeat what they were saying. To make matters worse, his strict German upbringing means he is what they call a “Straight Shooter” in the West: he is upright and honest, incapable of telling a lie, cheating or stealing. To make up for this quirk, Jack Dekker is deadly with his Winchester rifle. Through a combination of keen eyesight and practical knowledge of trajectories, he can mitigate the effects of distance when shooting (Dead Eye).

Jack is also a very superstitious man. He always carries his lucky charm (a rabbit´s foot) that he thinks brings him luck. In addition, he always wears different colored socks on each foot, he never puts his hat on a bed, as he reckons he could be seriously injured or killed. And he truly believes breaking a mirror causes seven years of bad luck

Jack Dekker is a man who is tired of following orders that do not make sense, and this forced him to defect from the army. He did not become an outlaw because he's a bad person. He became one because his captain was stupid. He was forced to do so. He is charismatic and intelligent enough to know when to shut up, and as it is usually pretty difficult to say the truth and not offend someone, he has got a bit of the laconic type. For some strange reason, he really gets along well with Choctaw Lee, the cocky half breed outlaw that does not seem to fit in.

Jose Luciano was born in a small town in New Mexico. He was the second youngest of nine siblings, and after the death of his younger brother and two oldest brothers and a sister, he was the smallest of the six remaining.

Despite their poor upbringing, all six reached adulthood. From relatively young age, Jose found himself too often on the wrong side of the law. Soon enough, he became known as "El Alacran" or Scorpion. He was absent-minded, but he had a very quick temper and he often acted upon impulse.

He is good with his hands, and fairly good looking at 5´10" and 152 lbs. His favorite weapon of choice is a sawed-off Remington shotgun.

It was the beginning of 1860 when Trinity was born in the city of New York. His father used to work on the piers every time a job was offered. It wasn't bad times and a second brother came so quickly. In 1863 his mother was pregnant, but that fact didn't change the brutal aggression his father suffered in the Irish riot on July 11. His father's right hand was cut off and the right leg was badly injured (squashed by a horse). The poor man had hundreds of minor injuries along his body. Six months later all the family left the city and travelled to the West.  One of his father contractors, horrified by the brutality of the aggression, offered a job in his plantation. The truth was that Trinity's father had suffered the attack of the Irish because he defended the contractor. The bunch took him because the white man had a scapegoat. The secret never was revealed.

The next years were kind, 4 more brothers were born and Trinity's family had the affect of all the workers of the plantation, no slaves. 1873 was a bad year. An outbreak of tuberculosis took away his weak father, his mother and his little brother. The owner of the plantation adopted Trinity and the rest of his brothers. In 1876 Jack, the owner of the plantation, organized a cattle-drive to sell many of their cows. The convoy was attacked by the Chickasaw Indians and Jack´s little son and two of Trinity's brothers were killed. Jack became a dark and untrusting fellow, especially after his eldest son went away.

Few years later, Trinity also left the plantation. His eyes couldn't stop the well up of tears when he said goodbye to his brother Booba. Their relationship was so strong but the recalls of what happened in that place forced him to go away. He wandered a couple of years until he met Jack Junior again. His "stepbrother" Jack had become a bounty hunter. His hate against Indians hardened his heart. Together they started a travel to the savage West, looking for adventures. Looking for revenge.