He That Shall Not Be Named

I was standing on the otherside of the ranch when he walked up. He came across stern and as if he were on a mission. I was certainly intimidated by his appearance. A slick beige hat that had been lightly placed on his overgrown hair. His eyes were darkness. They were squinting like he was gazing across the ocean. His beard like the fur of a cat. The coat he wore looked well broken in. He held two guns that instantly put fear in everyones eyes. His veins creeped above his skin worms coming up through the dirt. The belt carassed his waist with slots for the deadly weapons. He was certainaly a man to fear, but maybe also someone to look up to because of his shear confidence.