Some say a man’s character is all he has. Who he is deep down stares back at him in the mirror unapologetically. That part of him cannot change. It’s like it is branded on his soul.
Do not mistake savagery for evil, or comforting for good, until you know the man delivering both. They say he never raised his voice. He never threatened, nor did he promise. The reputation was not something he particularly cared for, but it served its purpose.
He could play the Samaritan and carry a stranger on his back to a town he didn’t know for a doctor he wasn’t sure existed. He also left three brothers in a marked, but makeshift grave without a second thought. Or was it four? The story has been relayed many times throughout these parts and further North.
People have asked, at least those brave enough to approach, who are you: bounty hunter, outlaw, marshal? His reply is always the same, “Widow’s boy.”
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