Alexei Major. He was a cowboy and a troublemaker- just one more slipup from being considered an outlaw. He was leaned up against a gunshop, smoking a cigar with his cowboy hat covering most of his face. It was sunny- which meant it was extremely hot. Too hot to keep running the train. His arms were crossed and he wore an off-white dirty collared short sleeve shirt with an unbuttoned red vest overtop. He had ratty brown slacks and dusty black cowboy boots. His ginger hair spilled over his shoulders and onto his chest, and he seemed to have stubble that threatened to grow into a beard. It was hard to tell if he was awake or not, with how much he was leaning he could in fact be asleep.