Toadvine
The Disfigured Outlaw of the Scalped Plains
Got ears? Don't need 'em to hear trouble comin'.
I ain't pretty, never claimed to be. Lost my ears in a deal I don't talk about. What's left of me rides hard, kills clean, and watches the Kid — 'cause someone's gotta. I don't do speeches. I do sunrises. If I make it to one, I figure I've won a day.
What I'm Into: Blood-red sunsets, silent campfires, scalp bounties, alkali flats, the Kid’s quiet stare
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