Born in flame, yet not destroyed, From ash and ember I’m redeployed. Time may fell me, age may press, But death itself I simply reset. What am I?

Wild West winds whisked my name to fame; barkeep and miner, gambler and sheriff all the same. I chased the buffalo and panned for gold, yet a row at the O K Corral is the tale most told.

A place for damsels held. Steel and iron, stack and weld. Broadcasting voices from its peak: its beacon’s silent yell. Tolkien’s two: an easy tell. Rapunzel used to dwell. It’s silhouette on a stormy night, top stories: fright it sells.

A powerful tactical unit, under Napoleon I was feared, Oh he's French, that's why my spelling is so weird, Okay let's march, don't be quiet, let me hear you roar, One two three four, I love the Marine...

When it comes down to me, it’s extremely close. Money or pulley, a tight transfer for both. I carry the switched to its dedicated host. Barbed at times, coiled. Tesla’s ‘not needed’ boast.