Seth King

Calculated: Never wastes a word, never wastes a bullet. Mysterious: Keeps to himsel to. Code of Honor: He won’t kill unless forced. Haunted.

Name: Ghost
Appearance: Black stallion, big, fast, with a wild streak in his eyes.
Reputation: Just as feared as his rider—loyal only to Denver. Known to kick, bite, or trample anyone else who gets too close.
Reputation
Among the Law: Wanted man with blood on his hands. Outlaw responsible for robberies, holdups, and the infamous Texas standoff where three lawmen were cut down.
Among the People: Whispers of a man who sometimes shares his take with the poor, leaving food or coin behind where it’s most needed. Some call him a thief with a conscience; others call him a hypocrite.
Signature Move: He doesn’t need to shoot first. Walking into town in all black, silent and steady, Denver’s presence alone makes people scatter before the gunsmoke ever starts.

Dual Revolvers: Black-handled, worn smooth from years of use. He’s known for drawing both at once, lightning quick.
Hidden Knife: Tucked into his right boot, reserved for close encounters.
Lever-Action Rifle: Blackened steel, scarred wood grips. Carried slung across Ghost’s saddle.

Eyes: Green, sharp and haunting. His stare carries the weight of every fight and every choice, steady as a rifle barrel.
Hair: Short, dark brown; usually hidden beneath a battered black hat pulled low.
Clothing: Always in black—dust-worn duster coat, button-up shirt, trousers, scuffed boots, and a gun belt that hangs low and ready.
Accessories: Black bandana covering the lower half of his face more often than not. Fingerless gloves, worn thin at the palms. Spurs dulled, moving quiet instead of jingling.
Distinguishing Mark: A faint scar cuts across the left side of his jaw—earned in a fight that no one else walked away from.