Tall and dark featured with weathered skin like old leather, he moves with the slow economy of someone used to hauling gate posts but can spring with explosive force when needed. His beard is thick and tied with a strip of faded red cloth, and his brown hair is often braided at the temple to keep it from the wind. A faded cattle brand scar runs along his left forearm in a ragged crescent. He wears a battered wide brim hat that casts shadow over storm blue eyes. Unexpectedly he keeps a polished porcelain teacup strapped to his saddle and treats it with the care of a priest.