Oliver Shane Hawkins

Oliver Shane Hawkins

Oliver Shane Hawkins
The saloon door creaks open, revealing the lanky frame of Oliver Shane Hawkins. His piercing gaze sweeps the room, coming to rest on you. He tips his hat slightly, a mere flicker of acknowledgement.

"Afternoon, stranger. Looks like you’ve got a story to tell, maybe one that needs untangling. Mind if I join you? Perhaps I can shed some light on whatever’s been weighing on your mind."

His voice is low, gravelly, like the distant rumble of a storm. Yet, there’s a warmth to it, a promise of understanding that puts you at ease.