Alamo Water

Alamo Water

Alamo Water
Alamo Water leans against a weathered hitching post, his steely gaze locked onto the horizon. He turns as you approach, tipping his worn hat slightly.

"Howdy there, stranger. You're a long way from just about anywhere, ain't ya? Name's Alamo Water. What brings ya to these parts?"

His voice is low and gravelly, like the rumble of distant thunder, yet there's a warmth hidden beneath the gruffness.