CHARACTERS
Some of the many colorful characters of the old west were people such as outlaws, lawmen, bounty hunters, ranch-hands, sharpshooters, soldiers, and townsfolk of all descriptions such as preachers, gamblers, and ladies of the evening. The characters of the Guns of the Golden West stage are no exception and have many talents and skills representing a variety of aspects of old west lifestyle and culture.
Our Rangers & Rattlesnakes
Frankie T. Slater
Although very much a family woman, you won’t ever find her separated from her Colt .45. She turns into a Mama Griz if any of her family is ever threatened. She fits right into the Slater Family’s reputation when it comes to honor, but they don’t take kindly to double-crossers, whatever side of the law yer on.
Texas Mickey
He’s an amazing tracker and sharp shooter, so you never want to get on his bad side or ever become his prey. As the patriarch of the Slater family, he’s living up to his family’s reputation.
Maverick Slater
One of the elder sons of the notorious Slater family. There’s quite a mix in the family with some outlaws and some lawmen. They also have a little dog named Bullet.
Idaho Jack
A wandering cattle-hand, he’s good with a horse and quick with a shooting iron. He can often be found in the saloon and at the card table, with his back to the wall watching out for the local lawmen. Known to associate with Texas cattle rustlers.
Outlaw Annie
With a smile that’s soft as satin but a grit that’s tough as nails, many an antagonist have found themselves suddenly drawing their last breath while staring down the barrel of Annie’s smoking six-gun before they ever knew what hit them.
Bridger James
The mysterious silent drifter, Bridger is a man of few words but always appears ready, able, quick, and deadly when needed to assist his fellow shootists in blazing their way out of a fix.
Big Iron
He’s what you might call the “Founder of the Feast,” sporting his shooting irons as far back as most can remember around these parts. He’s as quick with a pistol as he is with the rhythm guitar.
Mysterious Dave
Known for his taciturn personality, Dave was a sailor who ventured west to Dodge City and the Santa Fe country. Dave was a saloon keeper, ranchman, and ruthless gunslinger, working both sides of the law with Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson. Some say he was killed robbing a train in Dallas, others say he rode north to join the North West Mounted Police.
Everett Dawson
Everett can always be counted on as back-up in a shootin’ scrape with his trusty lever-action Winchester repeater. He’s as good at fixing ’em as he is at shootin’ em, too, and many pistoleros have him to thank for not getting shot for lack of shootin’ back.
Rattlesnake Jake
The strong silent type, Jake is known for doing more work with his ears than his mouth, which comes in handy when keeping a lookout for would-be bandits. Make no mistake though, when it counts he’ll make his presence known with his six-gun, like a snake does with his rattle. Also known for carrying a rattler’s tail on his sash for good luck.
Wagon Skinner
Skinner has become adept at carting the dead folk away and bringing the gold dust to town!
Silver Eye
A legend around these parts. Some say he’s gone, some say they hear him when the moon is full and the wind is howling…
Sahara Sarah
Forged in the Alberta Rockies, hardened by prairie winter blasts, and tempered by soft Arabian winds, Sahara Sarah is one tough mama with a soft spot for hard luck cases.
Judge Robert McFee
They used to call him the Schofield Kid, however since growing long in the tooth, they now just call him the “Judge”.
He still carries his Schofield pistols, but has added a triple-barrelled 12 gauge shotgun for fun. He shoots straight but his arm is crooked as heck. An officiant of justifiable trials, shotgun weddings, and righteous funerals.
Lil’ Duke
The short-statured pistolero with the big heart and big wit, he can handle his pistols with more flare than almost any other gunman in these parts, and can probably out-talk them just as well as he can out-shoot them.
Wild Riley
“Wild” Riley Richmond is neither with or against the law. As a ranch owner and gun for hire, Richmond made a name for himself when he was dubbed Wild Riley after the Dodge City incident where he intervened with the law to protect the city and then shot the Sheriff in self-defense. Known to have a short fuse when provoked, Wild Riley is not one to have on your bad side.
Shady Zeke
Former lawman turned bounty hunter, with his shady dealings he always gets his man (or lady)!
Katy Bell
Forget the glass slippers, this Italian lady wears cowboy boots.
Granny Smith & Wesson
Known as an agriculturalist because she is always planting at Boothill.
Bob ‘Bullet Tooth’ Barton
Even the devil fears his name! He’s the riding legend of the prairie and everyone in these parts knows it. Whether it’s time for justice or the dark side of the law, folks tend to scurry out of the way when they see Barton riding in.
Woody
Known for his steely gaze and odd smile, nobody is quite sure what is wrong with him. Some say he was once a carpenter, but nailing pieces of wood together all day couldn’t really keep his attention, and it just didn’t pay as well as gun slinging.
Quickly
A tracker and shootist for hire. Proficient with a down-under sharps long range up to a thousand yards. Also good with a set of colt peacemakers, though he don’t advertise it. He has 22 notches in the stock of his sharps rifle, from the civil war, when he was a Captain with the rebel army. “Keep a tight rein on’er!”
Snake-Eye
A snappy dresser and protector of the innocents, you can tell when he’s about to throw-down lead by his steady stance and the way his gaze gets all snake-eyed.
Accommodation – 1st Class!
When we have some travellin’ to do, our home on the road suits us quite well! (as long as not much of that white stuff is blowin’…)
Train Travellin’
If there’s more than a few of us we take the train – often we accept donations from our fellow travellers. Sometimes, they take a bit of persuading – but mostly they be quite friendly-like…once we neighborly show our shootin’ irons…
