Cash Good stands tall and broad-shouldered, with a short scruffy beard and piercing grey eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief even in the darkest of taverns. His weathered face is a map of scars and grins earned from years of adventure and skirmishes. He wears a dusty brown duster that billows behind him as he strides through the desert, concealing a collection of pistols and knives. A wide-brimmed hat sits low on his forehead, casting a shadow that complements his rugged appeal.

