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Sheriff John Love, a.k.a - Bob "The Butcher" Tillerman
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Robert Tillerman grew up in Chicago and had everything going for him: a good family, a pretty girlfriend and great future ahead of him. He was destined to go to law school and become a lawyer like his father, but Robert had a restless spirit. After one year of law school and with his head full of stories of the great adventures to be had in the West, Robert packed up and hopped a train. But Robert quickly found out that the West wasn't anything like the stories he had read, and it wasn't as easy as he thought to make his fortune in the new frontier. Soon Robert was down on his luck and fell in with a bad crowd. Petty thefts led to burglaries which led to robberies and pretty soon Bob was a wanted man. He would have ended up in jail pretty quickly if he hadn't been smarter than his compatriots and most of the lawmen chasing him. It wasn't long before Bob had risen to leader of his own gang and was planning train and stagecoach robberies across the territories. People were calling him Bob "The Butcher" by then, but that was just hype. He had managed to avoid killing anyone, planning his robberies carefully and for the most part keeping his men in line, so that injuries were kept to a minimum. Bob always thought that if you had to kill, you weren't smart enough to be thieving, but he also figured that the more people feared his reputation, the less they would resist when he was robbing them.

With the law on his heals, Bob he moved around a lot, and eventually his luck would run out. Bob had hooked up with a partner by the name of Jake Hallern . Now Jake wasn't a bad guy when he joined Bob's crew, but too much drinking and a bad temper led to a downhill slide. Day by day, Jake got worse, getting rough with women and picking fights in bars, even ending up in a drunken shootout or two. Bob knew it was a matter of time before Jake brought everyone down with him, but there were only two ways to get rid of Jake, and he wasn't about to shout his partner in the back. The way Bob saw it, the only other choice was to get Jake sent to jail, so he set Jake up and tipped off the law. At least Jake wasn't dead, but no one in the gang was going to trust him once they found out, so Bob decided to cash in his chips and quit the game for good. Shaving off his scruffy beard and mustache that he'd had for years, he figured no one would recognize him as he tried to put as much distance between him and his former gang as he could.

Late one afternoon, while on the trail, Bob caught sight of some vultures circling, so he went to investigate. What he discovered would change everything: the body of recently killed law man, probably the work of injuns. He'd been stripped of most anything truly valuable, but Bob found papers saying the law man was headed to a new town to take over as sheriff. Figuring no one would know what this new sheriff looked like, he could commit one more theft, he would steal the man's identity and hide in plain sight as Sheriff John Love.

Prologue: Okay gonna a run a little bit of stuff here to get your background a bit more covered but upon riding into your next town you received a telegram to Ranger John Love, "I have important information on a wanted criminal named Bob Tillerman. Please come to Hope Arkansas asap. Bring your new friend too."

Marshal John Love, a.k.a - Bob "The Butcher" Tillerman
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Robert Tillerman grew up in Chicago and had everything going for him: a good family, a pretty girlfriend and great future ahead of him. He was destined to go to law school and become a lawyer like his father, but Robert had a restless spirit. After one year of law school and with his head full of stories of the great adventures to be had in the West, Robert packed up and hopped a train. But Robert quickly found out that the West wasn't anything like the stories he had read, and it was not as easy as he thought to make his fortune in the new frontier. Soon Robert was down on his luck and fell in with a bad crowd. Petty thefts led to burglaries which led to robberies and pretty soon Bob was a wanted man. He would have ended up in jail pretty quickly if he had not been smarter than his compatriots and most of the lawmen chasing him. Still it was not long before Bob had risen to leader of his own gang and was planning train and stagecoach robberies across the territories. People were calling him "The Butcher" by then, but that was just hype as had actually managed to avoid killing anyone, planning his robberies carefully and for the most part keeping his men in line, so that injuries were kept to a minimum. Bob always thought that if you had to kill, you were not smart enough to be thieving, but he also figured that the more people feared his reputation, the less they would resist when he was robbing them and Bob had learned the concept of good marketing.

Of course with the law on one's heals, Bob moved around a lot, and eventually his luck would run out. Bob had hooked up with a partner by the name of Jake Hallern . Now Jake was not a bad guy when he joined Bob's crew, but too much drinking and a bad temper led to a downhill slide. Day by day, Jake got worse, getting rough with women and picking fights in bars, even ending up in a drunken shootout or two. Bob knew it was a matter of time before Jake brought everyone down with him, but there were only two ways to get rid of Jake, and he wasn't about to shoot his partner in the back. The way Bob saw it, the only other choice was to get Jake sent to jail, so he set Jake up and tipped off the law. At least Jake was alive, but no one in the gang was going to trust him once they found out, so Bob decided to cash in his chips and quit the game for good. Shaving off his scruffy beard and mustache that he had worn for years since initially growing it, he figured no one would recognize him as he tried to put as much distance between himself and his former gang as he could.

Late one afternoon, while on the trail, Bob caught sight of some vultures circling, so he went to investigate. What he discovered would change everything: the body of recently killed law man, probably the work of injuns. The dead man had been stripped of most anything truly valuable, but Bob found a badge and a book with some papers tucked inside. The papers outlined that this law man was bringing in a new recruit named John Love to be a Texas Ranger. Figuring no one would know what this new recruit would look like, Bob figured he could commit just one more theft, he would just steal this new recruit's identity and hide in plain sight as Ranger John Love. The book nicely covered just about everything someone needed to know about how to be a Texas Ranger along with details about various criminal hangouts and bunch of wanted posters stuffed in sleeves in the front and back. Still the oddest part of the book seems to be some detailed reckonings of some pretty bizarre stories stuff of pure fiction but why is that part of a book on being a Texas Ranger. Still as Bob read them he soon understood they were not fictional stories at all but real live details on creatures that actually existed. And this was when perhaps the most bizarre thing happened, the dead man sat up and said, "Yep ever word of that is true son, an' no it wasn' injuns dat kilt me, I thought I was trackin' a skinwalker as he had assumed the kids form but I could tell it twernt the kid no more so I plugged it a few times but it twernt enuff ta kill darn thing and it dun run off. As I was pursuin' it I came across the kids body completely intact, skinwalkers take the skins of their prey. So after diggin' hole, saltin and burnin the corpse I buried it. And so I went after dis tang ta put it down permanent like but it dun got the drop on me and here I am and its walkin around as me. Now I know what your plannin' ta do and I'm okay with it as I truly doubt kids gonna mind all that much. Still ya need to take care of me rite an' proper. Now ya cant bury me, cuz I doubt ya have the know how, an ya definitely dunt have da tools so just build a good size wood pile and put me on it cook me real good den at least me body cant be desecrated no more. Got it." Bob nodded in stunned disbelief, "Good den git to it, cuz ya dont want me gettin mad at ya, I get mean when I get mad." Then Bob was back in the hear an now, his first inclination was to high-tail it out of there then those words seem to echo in his mind, "I get mean when I get mad." and Bob realized he did not want to find out what that meant.

Once he left the body behind, he continued in a meandering southerly direction then one night perhaps a couple of weeks later a man came walking in out of the darkness, "Mind of share the fire with you." Upon your signaling him that he could he seemed to adjust himself some and sat down and then again adjusted himself. "Sure does take a while ta get used to this and if you don't mind my sayin' ya aint gonna get nuttin done wanderin' 'round like yuz been doin... we got us a critter ta hunt but I suppose ya gunna be needin some scratch and perhaps a wee bit of equipment ta do dat wit. Oh I am sorry, I never did intradeuce meself, I'm Ranger Cole Taulheed, please ta meetcha," he leaned forward and winked, "John Love."