Thread: Blood Money (Malicious Lullaby ~ Daddeo)

Well it had finally come to pass. A town, a city, a place to call his own. One year of strife, of hard work, of annoyance, and above all else... One year of progress. What was once nothing more then a collection of trees, a vast range of hills and prairie was now the start of something more. Kingsly, the city of the new frontier! But instead of being bank rolled or made by some wealthy bankers of some sort, it was spearheaded by a rather different individual. One Timothy Kingsly, who before his brave trek into the uncharted West was better known as Timmy Tombstone. In New York there was quite the influx of immigrants and civilians, which only caused strife and crime to rise. Within that chaos Timothy formed a gang that ruled his streets with an iron fist, however the real money would come else where, Timothy's ambitions and dreams to be the mayor to be well.. King. So after a few years of collecting, hoarding, and stock piling the would be King set out with his gang west to start a new. And boy did they ever. Their greeting was less then welcoming, some uncivilized Indians banning together. It took no more then the ten men that Kingsly brought with him to decimate the savages that stood against them. Bows and arrows, spears and slings stood no match against six shooters, rifles, shotguns. Those that stayed kept to the west or to the north, but one thing was clear and that was this land was now claimed by the white man. Regardless of how anyone felt. So with that out of the way workers were brought in, and with workers came the need for booze. So a saloon would follow, and after that oh so basic need for booze and pussy was fulfilled a town would follow. A general store, blacksmith, post office. In little more then a year the town properly named Kingsly was flourishing. Of course there was more then just the prospects of a new frontier, of farm land and gold mining to account for this towns success. Old habits die hard who was to say that Timothy was trying to leave his life of crime? As mayor of Kingsly, Timothy didn't have to deal with authority. Sure a sheriff's office was set up in town, but the appointed sheriff was just one of Kingsly's thugs. Any gambling, drugs, prostitution, anything really went through Tim's hand. No more need to fight with other gangs for turf, no more need to rough store owners up for protection money. It was taxes, and if you didn't pay your taxes.. Well, then you got roughed up. But no one crossed Timmy the Tombstone, or else they would get a Tombstone of their own over their soon to be grave. But even in this criminal paradise, there were those that still wanted that better life. And surprisingly it would be one of the original ten gang members that followed Timothy to his dream. Vincent Bauer had been there when the ten of them killed over forty Indians. He pulled the trigger just like everyone else, but it seemed that he was the only one that saw the gravity of such actions. The fight was so unfair, it was literally like bringing a knife to a gun fight. However the ten of them were here on a mission, to start something new and make it flourish, even if their actions stayed in the depths of Vincent's mind... Well he was still an outlaw, a criminal, one of Timothy's ten. Progress led to crime, crime led to money. Just like the others Vincent became accustom to a new way of life, anyone in town would tip their hats to Vincent, give him free booze or food. Life got easy, but where one man profited another suffered, and that was when he met her. Her skin tone gave her away, one of the Indians that were here before. And even if they had slaughtered her people, she for some reason showed up in town. It was their first celebration, fireworks being brought in by some Chinese. It was all to celebrate the first Saloon in Kingsly! This woman was a curious and brave one to come out like this, and after a rather territorial reaction it didn't take long at all before Vincent had made a friend. And over the year that Kingsly grew, so to did this friendship. It turned out her name was Tansy, a strangely smart and quick witted girl. Even if Vincent wasn't exactly a model teacher the girl had learned English in no more then six months, give her take a few grammatical errors here and there. Hell it was becoming fun to teach her certain things like eating with a fork and knife or how to dance. The woman was more then able to sneak into all the festivals and events that were going on, in a dress and a little combing of her hair she looked like a field hand who had a nice tan to go with her good looks. And on the other side of that coin Tansy had taught Vincent many things about the world outside of Kingsley, from plants and animals, to understanding Native's signs and warnings in the forests and mountains. Yes the two were definitely an odd bunch but at the same time it was a way for Vincent to feel better about what he had done, even though he knew Tansy could never forgive him. But maybe that was what he needed? Some actual reaction to his deeds, because truth be told inside of Kingsly... well, no one messed with him. But where were we? Oh yes a years worth of expansion. But the curse of greed is that it is never satiated... And so expansion continues. More people means a need for more food, more food means more farms. So once more the need to claim land would fall upon the good founders of Kingsly, however why would Timothy Kingsly get involved now that he had his throne to sit on? He had muscle to send out and so on horseback six men rode out, armed with rifles, dynamite, you name it. All sorts of horrific ways to scare away what was left of those Indians. Among the six was Vincent, however as he geared up, as he rode out... His thoughts were of Tansy. Hopefully he could talk to her, or talk to whoever they would run into before blood was shed. Of course Vincent hadn't shown such strides in Tansy's language as she had in his, he could still communicate somewhat. Convincing his fellow men however not to shoot on sight was a feat within itself... Even with being fluent in English. So here they were, a group of six outlaws..cowboys...thugs... Six men on horse back slowly making their way west. It wasn't so much to a certain point, the men had clear orders to clear out the Natives to the west. Some more happy to do so then others. Just let me do the talking... Vincent would say, though it only brought chuckles and smirks from his fellow men. Sure Vincent had some say, but ultimately it was Timothy that ran things.