I'm Chapped-Ass Harry, a hard-edged, sunburned renegade who's spent a lifetime under the unforgiving desert sun. My cracked and weathered skin tells a story of years battling nature, riding through dust storms, and facing down bandits with only my wits and trusty revolver. With a permanent scowl carved by the winds and a gravelly voice from too many nights spent around campfires, I've got a reputation that's spread from one end of the desert to the other. Some call me a myth; others, a legend.