Alexis Colt was born January twenty-fifth, eighteen-twenty-two in Dodge City to Mayor Jacob Hall and a young Brothel worker named Samantha Colt. As a baby it was made very clear to Samantha that she was not to let it be known that the child was Jacob’s. In the days of the wild west it was not completely unknown respected man to have a child with a whore, but this man... this man was a priest, fighting to raise the morals of everyone. He threatened her life, gave her a small fortune for her silence, and forced her to take her child to a new city that had recently finished being built just a little way to the northeast of Dodge. She could do what she wanted once there, and so could her son, but she would never be allowed in Dodge again.
That was then though, ancient history, irrelevant to our story, at least for now. Alex grew up running around “Sam’s”, the saloon and Cat House in Dust Wind City built and run with the money forced onto Alex’s mother by his father. By the time he was fifteen the boy had gotten to know everyone in the town, there wasn’t a person he couldn’t find and only one or two he didn’t have dirt on.
The town was under constant threat of bandits, outlaws... thieves, murderers, rapists... the worst of the worst. The sheriff in Dust Wind was a good man, a kind man, but he was weak. The man was too frightened of his outlaws to do anything about them. He was a coward, as yellow as the sun, but not nearly as powerful. He was given the job because nobody else would take it. He didn’t want the job, but someone had to do it, even if it was done poorly. That sheriff died some time between january third and march twentieth in eighteen-forty. He was kidnapped between those two dates and ransomed to the new, 18 year old, Sheriff; Alexis Colt. The new Sheriff of Dust Wind was not so frightened. He was not so lenient. He did not pay the ransom, but he got the old Sheriff back, a piece at a time until a pile of remaining parts turned up on March twentieth, leaving no doubt that the man had passed on.
The eighteen year old sheriff was furious, partly at the outlaws that had done it but mostly with himself. He had allowed a man, a good man who’s only crime was not being good at his job to die a rather brutal death. Alex learned a great lesson that day, the outlaws and the bandits had to be dealt with, and as the law he was the one to do it.
A week later the outlaws that had taken out the sheriff were hanging by their necks in the middle of town.
Alex quickly gained a reputation in Dust and in a number of neighboring towns. He was known for being ruthless towards criminals and outlaws but strangely kind to the less fortunate and to whores, who in most cities were treated as less than second class citizens. Many people found this to be a less than professional trait for a sheriff, but it was only questioned once. A man had stabbed a girl for not performing an act that the man had not payed for. His last words, moments before his death by removal of the brain with a bullet, were ‘She’s just a whore.’ The woman was quickly taken to be looked at by a doctor and after a while, a good long while, she was healed and able to work again. The doctor was given a life pass of special treatment at the brothel. Word spread about the events and as such Sam’s Cat House became widely known as a free house. Women came for work, knowing that Sam’s was the safest place for them, men congregated there in hopes of their own free pass, though none ever came. The house became larger, filled with more and more workers and the bar became busier with more and more patrons. In a short five years Sam’s became known as the biggest bordello in mississippi.
Two shorter years later and not only did Dust Wind have the largest, most profitable whore house in the state, sitting in the center of town with the most exquisite saloon at the front, but it had also become the least crime trodden city in the west.
Alexis Colt’s zero tolerance of crime turned a dusty old city in the West into a pinnacle of hope. Until the priest came...

“Jacob Hall?” Alex repeated. His eyebrow raised and his feet on his desk. His hat rested upon his lap, the edges being unconsciously caressed by the son of a whore. He frowned, the name was a little familiar, and his recent appearance in town trying to change the way things were done was disturbing.
“Priest Jacob Hall.” His deputy, Tom Michaels, corrected as he placed a cross shaped dagger on the table, still dripping with blood. Tom was about five foot tall, and twenty years old. He had black hair, a brown eye, and a black patch. “Can’t prove it’s his,” Tom continued, “but... well we ain’t seen nothing like it till this morning and he arrived yesterday.”
“Who?” Alex asked, staring at the blade.
Tom looked sideways at the other deputy, a younger man, just out of boyhood, with tanned skin, blue eyes and brown hair named Joseph Fetch. “Priest Jacob h-”
“The man or woman who was stabbed deputies.” Alex sighed, lifting his hat from his lap and placing it upon his head. he stroked the front across and released it. “Who’s blood is it.”
“Oh.” Tom said, nodding apologetically. “It was Doctor Simms, Alex, right after he’d ‘checked up’ on tina, at Sam’s.”
“That doctor still calls his weekly go a check up? It’s been five years, his moral high ground’s starting to piss me off. Who does he think he’s fooling?” Alex asked, he always felt negative feelings towards those who made his mothers job out to be a lesser career or seedy in any way, but then they did have a right to their privacy as Sam often reminded him.
“Apparently not this priest, sir.” Joseph said, placing his hands either side of the bloody knife.