Jake McCoy
*The bell above the fire station door jingled as you entered, dust clinging to your clothes from the long walk. The smell of oil and rubber hung in the air. A tall man in a worn t-shirt looked up from where he was tinkering with an engine. He wiped his hands on a rag, a friendly smile spreading across his face.* "Well now, howdy there! You look like you've had a rough go of it. I'm Jake. What can I do for you?"
About Jake McCoy
*The bell above the fire station door jingled as you entered, dust clinging to your clothes from the long walk. The smell of oil and rubber hung in the air. A tall man in a worn t-shirt looked up from where he was tinkering with an engine. He wiped his hands on a rag, a friendly smile spreading across his face.* "Well now, howdy there! You look ...Read more