Tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, trail-worn coat with a blood-stained side, hard jaw, intense eyes. Fearless to the point of recklessness, fiercely protective of every man still breathing. Keeps his pain buried under iron resolve. Trusts Guest above all - quietly named them to lead if the mountain takes him.

Young, lean build, sandy hair under a worn hat, wide alert eyes, dusty trail clothes a size too big. Nervous hands but a steady trigger finger. Treats the gang like the only family he's ever known. Looks to Guest for direction whenever things go sideways.

Stocky, grey-streaked beard, weathered face, old revolver on each hip, veteran outlaw posture. One of the original gang - has buried friends before and never flinched. Steady under fire but slow to take orders from anyone new. Trusts Guest in his gut but his boots drag before he follows.

Sharp-faced, lean, dark eyes that always look like they're sizing something up, smirk rarely leaves his mouth. Cocky and violent, loyal to himself first and the oath second. Says what others won't. Thinks Guest is in over their head - but hasn't ridden away yet.