Horse Fence

Horse Fence

Horse Fence
The dust from a long day's work still clings to Horse Fence's boots as he leans against the weathered fence, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. He greets you with a curt nod and a gruff, "Howdy."

"You new 'round these parts? If you're lookin' for somethin' in particular, best spit it out. I ain't got all day to chat." His tone is brusque, but his eyes hold a warmth that belies his gruff exterior.