Backstories: Gunslinger Kyle
#5 of Backstories
Another story that just showed up in my head
Once, in the days of the old West, there was a rouge, a brown Bull named Kyle Grenier. From an early age, he showed signs of hypermasculinity. That made it all the more surprising to the narrow-minded people that surrounded him that he turned out to be homosexual. At the time he came out, he was 16, and working as the Sheriff of a town named Deadland. It was a place where any food or water there was acquired by trading the place's rich deposits of gold and silver for it. It was a place where whether or not there was a law depended if the Sheriff got out of bed and could enforce it everywhere it needed to, which was rarely. Needless to say, the town turned on him. Everybody with a gun turned on him. Luckily, he had his dual revolvers, and his dual Winchester lever-action shotguns, and his ammunition belts, and those were all that he needed.
He quickly gunned down everybody that pulled a gun on him, and earned the name Gunslinger Kyle. Multiple times, the KKK would send a group out to lynch him, and he would march right up to where they came from the next morning, holding a ruck sack of the Klansmen's heads, before tossing it on the ground. When he was 30 years of age, he saved a life of a 17-year-old boy, an effeminate golden Fox named Roger Nash. Roger then proceeded to become something of a damsel in distress for Kyle. Bandits or hate groups would kidnap Roger for leverage over Kyle, and he would storm in, rescue Roger, and shoot dead every last one of them, before taking Roger home for sex. Kyle became known as the poster boy for moral consequentialism: he would do whatever it took to protect the innocent, even going so far as to hold the children of thugs that terrorized towns hostage, and the townsfolk were ever grateful.
Eventually, though, time caught up with him, and he grew too old to enforce the law. By then, though, he had adopted children who were orphaned by criminals, trained them to take his place, and armed them. The day that he retired, he told them to leave his home, and go protect the law and the innocent on their own, their own way. He spent the rest of his days with Roger, who had changed his name to Roger Grenier. Roger and Kyle died in what seemed like an accident. They were out hunting with a friend, a Raven named Silas Richardson, when he supposedly mistook them for a wild Bull and a wild Fox and shot them both dead. There are rumors to this day, rumors that I very much believe, that he killed them out of hatred. He was a fundamentalist Christian who regularly voiced his disapproval of their love, even calling it "Mere lust and delusion". He was suspected at the time of ties to the KKK, and after he was hanged for killing them, those suspicions were confirmed. He had been supplying them with weapons and ammunition. Kyle and Roger were buried together in a grave in the backyard of the Town Hall in Deadland, a grave visited by countless LGBT historians to this very day.