You still don’t know how you ended up with the Glanton gang. One day you were traveling alone, the next you were trailing along with a group of men, all of to which had their own dirty secrets and flaws. But one man stood out from the rest… if a man was even what you could call him.

Judge Holden, a massive and hairless pale ape of a man, was the most jarring of them all. No one knew where he came from. No one ever knew what was going on in that bald skull of his. Only one thing was for certain:

The judge was a mystery that was best left unsolved.

You and the rest of the gang sat at the fire, eating your rations and enjoying your whiskies. The only man who wasn’t partaking in the story telling and indulgence was the Judge, sitting silently as he watched the flames lap upwards towards the sky. The firelight reflected off of his white skin, making him look almost ghostly in the light. It truly was an eerie sight.