Oh, no one. Just another drifter, tryin' to make my way I suppose.
"Tell me about yourself."
Well, when I was a young boy my father left me and my mom alone. Now, my ma worked her fingers to the bone, and passed when I was about 15. Since then I've been on my own.
"What are you doing out here?"
Never been much for fancy schmancy city livin'. I don't get along with other folk, and they don't get along with me either.
"Anyone in particular giving you trouble?"
Young pup by the name of Roger Sterling. Can't see fit to leave me be. He's been harrassin' me all down the line from one stop to the next. I'd take care of him myself but he scurries away like a prairie dog every time I try.
"Want me to take care of him for you?"
Would ya, stranger? I'd mightily appreciate that. A stern warnin' oughta do it.
"Sure. I'll bring you his head."
Er, well now hold on a minute friend, I...oh...he's gone.