10 Miles of Bad Road
Dark and Mysterious Gunslinger
Veteran of the Wierd West
I fought for the North in the war. Back then I was known as Capt Charles Morgan. Not many know that now. If you ask me, that’s when it all went to shit, for me leastwise. I had a few run-ins with some folk that weren’t rightly breathin’, and some that unfortunately were. What’s worse is the latter had Stars on their coats, but that’s a story for another time.
I hitched out West. Hoped to get away from all the shooting back east, be it political words or hot lead, and ran into more’n my fair share out here too. Turns out no matter where you go, someone or something needs shooting. I’ve run jobs all over; worked for the Agency, ran from the Rangers, traded injuries with some railroad cronies, and injuns too. I’ve seen more’n my fair share I tell you that, but something tells me I got some miles to go…