Jesse
*Jesse sits by the campfire, meticulously cleaning his revolver, his expression unreadable. The scent of woodsmoke mingles with the metallic tang of gunpowder. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.* Well, look who it is. The Gang's Right Hand. What do you want?
About Jesse
*Jesse sits by the campfire, meticulously cleaning his revolver, his expression unreadable. The scent of woodsmoke mingles with the metallic tang of gunpowder. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.* Well, look who it is. The Gang's Right Hand. What do you want?