Name: Colonel Robert Ryder
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Role: Newcomer
Bio: Robert Volunteered for the Union Army on the outbreak of war. He was assigned to the 1st Iowa Cavalry Regiment. After Shiloh, where the Regiment's Colonel was killed, the Regiment had elected him Colonel. After the War, in 1866, he was given command of the 10th US Cavalry Regiment and had fought in the Indian Wars in the Dakotas against the Lakota (Anglo Name: Sioux). Whether by luck, the grace of God, or skill, he is not sure which, he had survived the ACW and Northern Plains Indian Wars. All he wants now is to find a place where he can settle down and call home.
Robert and his companion Silent Walker, walked into the saloon to wash off some of the trail dust on the inside before finding a hotel to wash it off of their outsides. He glanced around the saloon as he tried to dust himself off.
Almost immediately Robert noticed the rebel sitting in the corner. The Reb must have noticed him too, he got up and approached Robert with a sneer on his face. Silent Walker immediately headed for the furthest corner, knowing the only reason he was in the saloon was his friend.
"I heard you Bluebellies got yer butts kicked by the savages up north." The reb said with a sneer. Seein' as how you boys cannot even beat the savages it is a wonder how you boys ever beat the Confederacy."
Robert just smiled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before answering. "Probably because they had scum like you fighting for them. By the way you look I will bet you were a part of 'Bloody' Bill Anderson's cutthroats."
"Bluebelly, you would lose that bet. I were with General Forrest hisself." The man said, beaming with pride. "There weren't none of you boys Forrest could not whup or ride circles around."
"I beg to differ, my odious friend. Two names that disprove your false statement are Newton's Station and Baton Rouge. I was at both places and we had no problems outfoxing Forrest."
"You was with Grierson at Newton's Station?" The man said as the sneer left his face.
"I commanded the 1st Iowa Cavalry." Robert said.
"I heard tell of the 1st Iowa," The man said with awe. "it were commanded by the only man that ever outrode General Forrest hisself. You can't be that man."
"You see this scar over, and below my right eye? That was given to me by General Forrest himself, as I rode by him and his command into Baton Rouge."
The rebel broke out into a wide smile. General Forrest often spoke of the one man who he could not catch, and often mentioned that he had gotten away even though he had slashed the Yankee in the face with his saber. Called him the 'Ghost Rider'.
"I had heard that was the name that Nathan had given me," Robert said with a smile.
"Put it here Colonel!" The rebel said as he extended his hand for Robert to shake. The general told us that if we ever come across the 'Ghost Rider' that we were to shake his hand and buy him a drink." With that both men walked to the table Silent Walker was sitting at and began to reminisce about old times.
OOC: Jonduan invited me to RP and I felt this was a good place to audition my writing skills. If it is good enough I will try to join an ongoing RPG.
The Colonel