Belle Carpenter

Owner of Belle's Aide.

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a character in “The Gold River Runs Red”, as played by Imagination Spark



|Name| Belle Carpenter
|Age| 23
|Gender| Female
|Marital Status| Single, not looking
|Occupation| Doctor

I was from a vibrant place; it teemed with life, and all of the brilliance of perfect living. That was all a shattered dream
when my family moved us here when I was but a fledgling. There was no good reason for it, either, to make matters far
worse. I can never quite grasp the concept of leaving the city, but I suppose I never will. Perhaps I just can not fathom
to the degree in which a person would go to make a living. I thought we were well off, but my parents would say other-
wise. From the East Coast, we endeavored to the west in a untrustworthy wagon. Friends came, but many were lost upon
this arduous trail.

The conquest of gold is something I can never come to terms with. Now that I have no more money, and no hope of getting
away from this wretched place, I have to walk through these blood drowned streets. Everyday is one more fight for my life,
and another fleeting piece of my humanity and innocence.

This place isn't for me. It never will be...

So begins...

Belle Carpenter's Story


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Character Portrait: Belle Carpenter Character Portrait: Justin "Trigger Finger" Landers

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Beating Shadow with authority as his hot neck sweat soaked his reigns. Trigger Finger finally seeing the quaint town of Crosby's Ridge, Montana over the ridge. His mind set back to his mission at hand. "Step one... scout the town.... step two.... find the girl.... step three.... find the place.... step four.... alert the boys...," he repeated over and over as Shadow flew through the sage brush. Trigger, finally reaching the outskirts, eased up on the young horse settling into a lope as he moved into the store fronts one after the other. Each one looking as pristine as the last. "So pretty," he scoffed in his gruff voice behind his cigarette. Finding, a horse post outside he lifted himself off of his precious Appaloosa "Easy boy," He coaxed the young gelding as he placed his Winchester in his scabbard and looked up at the sign. "Big Horn Saloon" he said to himself, as he squinted from the mid morning sun. "Here we go again," he thought to himself as he pushed through the saloon doors into the smoke filled room.
He stood at the entrance, of the dark room filled with smoke and dirty men, probably from the mine he figured. He walked up to the bar and put out his cigarette with a smile. "Anyone know where a guy can get some food 'round here?" he said plainly as he could.
"Well, You sure did come to the right place!" Said the enthusiastic man surely fat and happy off the money his shithole inn had been making since the mine opened up. "We got beef steak and potatoes for a buck fifty."
"No, no I-I mean for my horse you see." With no intention of staying in the saloon long he had to make an excuse to get out and quick.
"Well sure, young man. Down the road here you'll see a sign called Belle's Aide. About three doors down yonder from there is a grocer called Crosby's Goods. I'm sure he'll have just what yer lookin' for," He smiled about as cheerful as the barkeep could muster.
"I 'preciate it." Trigger said with a tip of his hat.
"Come back if ya get to hankerin' fer something." The barkeep yelled out as Trigger left the saloon.
"Will do..." Trigger said to himself as he walked down the store fronts, his spurs chinging as he traveled. He saw Belle's Aide and stopped outside peering into the window he noticed a girl. A beautiful girl writing into her logs, for the day had just begun. His senses sparked and continued down toward Crosby's Goods and pushed through the doors. "Mornin'" he smiled as he walked past the shopkeep and to the back where he picked up a bag of feed and paid for it. All the while thinking of the woman in Belle's Aide. He walked back up the planked store fronts to Shadow waiting patiently. "Looks like we are in business once again boy," He said to his horse. Shadow snorted and started eating from his feed bag. "Time to get started."

The setting changes from crosbys-ridge to Big Horn Saloon


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Character Portrait: Belle Carpenter

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The setting changes from big-horn-saloon to The Serpentine River

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Character Portrait: Belle Carpenter Character Portrait: Justin "Trigger Finger" Landers

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Now that Shadow was full and not going to be awnry, Trigger set out from the hitching post in front of the Big Horn Saloon to the north towards the Serpentine River. He noticed as gradually the pristine store fronts tarnished as he rode further and further. It became less something of civilized living and more something he was accustomed to. Shadow silently trotted along to the sound of the ever increasing sound of water and Trigger rose his guard as the sound of water accompanied the sound of people. The town of Crosby's Ridge, Montana was empty this morning and now he new why as he saw pan after pan of the prospectors who he had heard flocked to this nothing town a week before. "Holy Christ...," he grumbled under his breath.

The river glistened in the bright sun as it slowly sauntered its way across the sky into the midday. His Appaloosa was bound to bring him attention so he rode to the west a bit but no matter how far he rode these gold panners would not end. And from atop his horse, they were doing quite well.
"Heh tat's a nice horse ya got tere boy-o," an old Irish voice called out to him.
"Well, I like the way you think prospector," Trigger put on a false smile and played along with the old man.
"Aye, I don tink I seen sometin loike tat in quite some time," the man neared closer to get a good look at the young man on the horse. "Ya new 'round here boy-o?"
"You can say that." Trigger replied looking out in the distance down at the banks of endless people hoping to find fortune. "How many people are out here old timer?"
"Couldn' rightleh tell ya. I do know tat tere all here for the same reason as meself togh. It's te gold linin' te bot'om of te river. Good luck findin' a place ta pan togh. Took me two days and I had to fight for mine."
"Well, shit! Nothin' like showin' up late to a party, eh?" Trigger joked.
"Keep headed down west. Maybeh you'll find sometin." The man responded.
Trigger stood in his stirrups as he swung his leg off shadow and landed on his feet beside the horse. "Honestly," He began walking towards the old prospector. " I don't care about standin' out in this sun hotter than Hell's holy henchmen waiting to strike it rich with a fucking pan in my hand, breakin my back for the mere chance that by the good grace of God I find some luck in these forsaken badlands. Honestly, I'd rather make my own luck." With those words, Trigger crossed his body with his arm wrapping around the handle of his Smith and Weston, with a fail swoop unholstered the gun, cocked it and pushed into the old man's chest. "Now this is goin' to go one of two ways... Either you're goin' to tell no one I was here. Or everyone is going to hear me shoot you point blank in the heart."
"Now-now-now w-w-w-wait a minute here. We can work this out. Oh God, St. Peter help me." The man pleaded for his life as the gun was pushed harder into his chest.
"What do you suggest we do about this?"
"I don even know who you are."
"I don't give a shit! Now you wanted to slow me down, give away minutes of my valuable time now, make it worth my while." Trigger snarled as his cigarette ash fell on the man's dirt encrusted shirt.
"Take it! Take te gold it's in te pans over tere to te left!"
"Keep your limey fucking voice down, you little cockroach."
"I'm sorreh, I'm sorreh." Cried the man. Sweating bullets that glistened in the sun as his face grew redder by the second.
"Now, I'm going to take your gold. I'm not going to say another word, as long as you don't. Understand." Trigger explained to the man eye to eye. The irish man nodded in agreement as he stood and watched the bandit rummage through his life's possessions, gathering all the gold he could manage and stuffing it into a cloth sack. "Now, get back to your work, I was never here, correct?" Trigger moved over to Shadow securing the sack of Gold onto his saddle. Standing up in the stirrups swinging his leg ov er his horse.
"Yea, whateveh you sey." Said the man. As a shot echoed through the canyon up the river banks for miles.
"Ah, God dammit!" Trigger yelled out as a shot tore through his shoulder. "Son of a fucking bitch!" He ducked off his horse and drew his guns. "We had a deal you bastard!" Trigger yelled out. As the irish man ducked behind his gear.

A boy no older than 16 walking up the river bank from his pans,"Dah, you alright?!" holding a Moore Revolver in his hands shaking a bit squeaked out "Get out of here ya cockchafer! Go get yer arm looked at! I know I hit it!" The boy's words were angry but Trigger was calm. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten shot, but it was painful beyond what he could imagine.
"Ya Glenn, I'm alright!" The old man called out.
"Dammit boy!" Trigger called out pistols drawn hidden behind Shadow. "Teach your boy to not meddle in men's work!"
"Get before I shoot your horse!" Trigger had to think a moment before he decided what to do, he grabbed the gold off the saddle and tossed it over the horse. "Now get on your horse and get gone!"
"You gonna shoot me again?" Trigger toyed with the boy.
"I haven't decided," He cocked his gun. "But to be safe throw your guns over the horse too! Or I kill your ugly mule."
Begrudgingly Trigger tossed his pistols over Shadow as they dropped in the dust on the other side. "Alright, alright. I'll get on my horse, and get out of here." Behind the horse Trigger had undone his scabbard as he climbed up on the horse he got a good look at the boy. As he grabbed the reigns with his right hand his left hand swung his Winchester Rifle across his body and fired a single shot.

The projectile escaped the chamber and roped itself into the boys forehead. The bullet ripped through his brain matter and blasted out the back of his head and the boy fell flat on his back. Trigger slipped the Winchester back in it's scabbard and hopped off his horse again and clambered to his guns, his shoulder bleeding something fierce. The old man hysterical seeing his son shot through the head and now dead the on the banks of the serpentine river. Trigger picked up his Colt 1845 walked to the old man holding his son,"Thanks old man," Trigger smirked and shot the old man point blank in the head, collapsing the old man on top of the boy. Walking back to the horse he grabbed the sack of gold and climbed up on Shadow once more and took off from the scene towards the town at full clip.

Entering the town from the north was quite different from the east. He meandered past the wind torn structures and dusted out building into the newer part of Crosby's Ridge. Told a different story than the fresh and clean town that was spelled out entering from the east. The town was on hard times before this boom and the pristine shops from earlier in the day had been painted a new picture of rebuilding. All things that Trigger needed to know. All things to create a story for himself. He hadn't much time to do so either, as he came to the hitching post from earlier in the day. He slid off Shadow and tied the gelding up as he limped down the strip towards Belle's Aide. He made it to the door, flung it open and stumbled in.

The young lady from before who had been looking over her logs stood up as Trigger wearily crashed through the door. "My name is Justin. I've been shot... I need a doctor!"