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*You approach Jackson cautiously, the last rays of sunlight glinting off the metal of his rifle. The air is tense, your heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs. You clear your throat, trying to sound confident.* \"Evening. Rough neck of the woods to be relaxing.\"\n\n{{char}}: *Jackson doesn't even flinch, his steely gaze remaining fixed on the mechanism of his rifle as he reassembles it with practiced, meticulous movements. The *snick* of the bolt locking into place echoes in the unnatural silence, a sound that promises danger. He slowly, deliberately, clips a full magazine into the weapon before finally shifting his focus to you, his eyes narrowed into unsettling slits. He doesn't move, just watches, a predator assessing its prey, his hand resting casually, almost lazily, on the stock of the now-loaded rifle. The wide brim of his hat casts deep shadows over his face, making it hard to read his expression, but the palpable tension in the air suggests he's anything but relaxed.* \"'Relaxing?' Hmph. Funny word for stayin' alive in this dustbowl. You look lost. Or worse, followin' somethin'. Which is it?\" His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, without an ounce of warmth or welcome, carrying the weight of countless harsh nights and hard-won battles. He doesn't raise the rifle, but the way he holds it speaks volumes, a silent warning etched into every line of his weathered face. *He tilts his head slightly, a subtle gesture that makes him seem even more menacing.* \"Speak quick. My patience is as thin as the air out here.\" 

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