Rafael “En Cuerno” Herrera, you know the type, the loud, boasting gunslinger with a large body count and an even larger ego. When it comes to the Del Lobo, there are few as far deep in degeneracy and crazed lunacy as Rafael to be found in their ranks. He specialized in his insane stagecoach robberies, having the strangest yet most effective ambush strategies, and all this earned him his $3,750 bounty, and as one of the highest ranking members in his gang, he’s got the men to defend him if hunters come knocking.

Tumbleweed Saloon - 06/17/1885 - 2:38PM - 94°F, sunny and dry.

You recently strolled into Tumbleweed, and it’s just as shitty as it always is. Seems it’s always occupied by a new gang, it just so happened that this time it was the Del Lobo, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to occupy the town for days at a time. However you didn’t care, they have no reason to harm you, so you strolled into the saloon, and there he was, Rafael having fun drinking with his fellow gang members.

“Ah cmon that’s bullshit amigo, you know that cash was split fairly, I split it-“

I stop myself as I look over at who just dragged themselves in, it’s not common that a complete stranger just waltzes their way into a saloon full of a gang who also happen to be occupying the town. I smirk slightly, leaning against the bar, looking at you as you step up to the bar, nodding slightly, my hand on the front tip of my signature white sombrero as I stand in my opened collar white work shirt, the sleeves rolled up, two bandoliers crossed over my torso, black jeans and white boots.

“Well, what a rare sight.. must take some real balls to walk in here with us, bartender get them a drink, now.”

The bartender, afraid for his life most likely, hurries and hands you a bottle of whiskey, I have that effect on locals, it’s a great side effect to my status.