FEARS
Large-scale Indian attacks
Confederate guerrillas who don't know when to quit
Fire that isn't being monitored
Total darkness
Starving to death
Freezing to death
Catching dysentary and shitting to death
Taking ill with any sickness
His family is dead
His weapon misfiring in combat

LIKES
Coffee
Bacon
Saltpork
Sugar
Pretty much all food
Music
Guns and their future
Playing Rounders
Hearing all the accents and meeting all the people in the eastern theater of war
Being a soldier

DISLIKES
Cowards who didn't serve their country (whichever country it may have been)
Fools who fight for no reason
The Yankee culture east of the Mississippi
How big the United States is
Being afraid
Losing at Rounders
Indian Territory (not because of Indians, because of the heat)
When his weapon doesn't fire after he cleans it
Having conversations with Italians
Blackpowder guns; every gun in the world should be cartridge converted

SKILLS
Frank was raised in the mountains of Colorado, where he learned to track, shoot, and survive at all costs. He is familiar with plants and wildlife, knows how to make food last for weeks on the trail, and can find anything that doesn't fly on God's earth. His greatest advantage is his knowledge of local cultures (and the threats they pose) from Tennessee to California; he does well by most people, has connections in many inhabited areas, and knows how to avoid those he hasn't gained the trust of.

STRENGTHS
Pugilism/knife fighting
Farming
Thinking
Repairing any kind of machine
Talking to males

WEAKNESSES
Reading/writing
Getting attention from females
Gets easily exhausted in heat
Is slightly paranoid
Not cultured

WEAPONS
Not many people know about the dangers of the Frontier; Injuns are angry, Confederates still believe, and everyone else is desperate. This, as well as his experience in the war, has taught him that people will not give up when it comes to violence, and this requires him to carry four guns wherever he goes. His gunbelt holds an Arkansas Toothpick and three cartridge boxes, filled to the brim with modern brass casings for an 1856 LeMat revolver taken from a dead Rebel dismounted cavalryman at Petersburg. He has since smithied a cartridge conversion from blackpowder to the more popular and very abundant .45 Long Colt, as well as 16 gauge shotgun shells. He is also in possession of a weapon that is helping to win the west: Colt's Model 1878 double-action revolver with a standard 5 & 1/2-inch barrel, brand new stag grips, and fresh off the production line from Connecticut. When on the trail, he keeps a Winchester 1876 musket-repeater with a long-range peep sight installed in a saddle holster, with an optional bayonet on his saddlebag. He has also been given, as a form of payment for one of his most recent jobs, a brand-new Spencer 1882 shotgun, which he has yet to use against banditos just yet.

Frank Gregory was born and raised in Jackal Flats, Colorado, spending most of his life there except for the few years he spent in the field with the Union army. He volunteered for military service at the outbreak of the Civil War and served with the 2nd Colorado Volunteer Infantry, and subsequently saw action across the midwest (New Mexico, Indian Territory, Arkansas, and Missouri) with Confederate regulars and Indian irregulars. He fought with distinction in minor engagements through the Trans-Mississippi campaign until his unit was ordered to join a larger force, designated the 'Frontier Brigade', to march and ride (mostly march) across the country into the south-east theater of the war for reassignment to units pressing through Georgia. Their purpose was to crush the Confederate reach into the western territories until they linked up with the main body of the Army of the Potomac. After 4 long years, the simple men from Colorado found themselves digging trenches outside of a town called Petersburg, wearing the green uniforms of the Berdan Rifles, or the 2nd US Volunteer Sharpshooters; 9 months later, they beat back the Rebels and were told they could go home. Frank hung around for awhile, doing odd jobs in the reconstruction effort, but discovered he could not stomach the local populace's way of doing things, and set off to go back to Colorado. To pay for his journey, Frank took up jobs hunting down Confederates that hadn't given up yet, a headhunter being paid by the body. By the time he reached Colorado, he didn't want to stop; bounty hunting was a good job that he enjoyed, and it almost made him feel like the war wasn't over. Despite his wants, he stayed there on the family farm until 1872, when a band of Arapaho guerrillas looted and burned his homestead and massacred his wife, children, brothers, and mother while he was out hunting with a friend from the war. This prompted him to leave Jackal Flats for good, and rejoined the bounty hunting business regularly. He began pursuing criminals and thugs for money regularly, taking on manhunting as a career to support himself and his family, sending the money directly home to his wife and five children. During this time, and due to his aging muscles, he began riding shotgun with caravans and pioneers, taking him all across the frontier. His most recent work was with Mormon pioneers bound for Utah; once the job was finished, he heard a rumor of work in Arizona Territory, something funded by the government and being organized by an educated man, probably a map-making expedition, which Frank knows is easy money. Frank's set his horse in the direction of Jerome, Arizona, in hopes of hanging out on his horse for a few weeks, looking scary and camping out with strangers who may or may have an amusing story to tell around the campfire, for a few dozen dollars.