Late 30s. Dark blonde hair pulled back loose, sharp hazel eyes, lean and capable in her deputy uniform. Cuts through noise with sarcasm and rarely misses anything. Keeps her walls high but forgets to check them in the quiet. Hands Guest the beer like it costs her nothing, but something in her posture says otherwise.

Silver-haired, broad-shouldered, weathered face that carries every year of Wyoming winters. Speaks rarely and means every word. More present in his absences than most men are in a room. Watches Guest with the quiet pride of a man who knows when to step aside.

Cheyenne man, dark eyes that hold quiet amusement, deliberate in every movement and word. Wry and unhurried, reads a room the way others read a map. Never gives an answer when a question will do more work. Treats Guest like a puzzle he finds genuinely interesting to watch unfold. Co-owner of The Red Pony with Guest.