Prologue - Welcome to the Xavier Township
The Xavier Township was set up by Charles Xavier as a place of rest and support for those lost and abandoned, and it quickly became a homely community. Town Marshall Xavier's first resident was a young gunman called 'Slim'.
"Welcome to Xavier's, young man. If there's anything I can do for you just let me know. I want to help you, reassure you. Whatever struggles you've faced already and any others that you will face, I want you to remember something; nothing is too difficult for you to handle. I believe in you Slim."
Things were to get difficult for him, as new and different faces turned up in town – the intelligent and very strong 'Boots' McCoy started work in the blacksmiths, energetic Bobby Drake took responsibility for the horses and cattle and religious preacher Warren Worthington arrived hoping for a retreat and solitude but also a chance to share the 'Word of the Lord' to this new township.
It was one arrival in particular that Slim could not take his eyes off, the red-headed schoolmarm Miss Jean Grey. Something special about her attracted him. Maybe it was her quick wit, her bouncy personality, or her passion for teaching? Maybe it was the swept-up copper locks, or her enchanting bosom within that corset, or the prospect of those long legs underneath her ruffled skirt? Maybe it was just the sense of something new, that he hadn't tried before... After all, she was quite a bit older than him.
"What's your real name Slim?" He adjusted his focus, realising that Miss Grey was looking straight at him. The question finally registered in his brain."
"Scott, Ma'am." He coughed. "Yes, you can call me Scott."
She smiled, and he smiled at that beautiful face.
"Good. So Scott, can you answer this question for me or shall I ask Bobby?"
No one had ever asked him about his real name before. No one else cared, except Jean Grey.
"Charles Xavier!"
The figure walked into the town square, the Japanese accent ringing through the air. "I wish to speak with Marshall Xavier!" There was silence and then the door to the Marshall's office opened slowly and out stepped Xavier, ready to approach the man.
"I'm here. How do you know of me?" Xavier walked across towards him, the Japanese warrior bowed.
"Sir, the name Xavier is well known around this area. Some fear it, whilst some speak of it with great respect. I humble myself to you now and ask if you could take me in. I seek employment as a former Samurai. I am now a Ronin as I have no master."
"And what is your name Ronin?"
"I am Utsuro Ookami, at your service."
"Utsuro, you're very welcome here at the Xavier Township. I cannot offer you much employment but as you are trained in fighting could I suggest a position as protector of the town, under the name Logan?"
"It would be an honour, Marshall."
Armed with a long sword on his back and a short sword at his hip, Logan took guard, patrolling the town. He was welcomed by the residents, and taken in as one of their own.