A seethingly quiet young fellow who'd probably look his age (not enough to drink) after a shave and a haircut. Looks a bit sick at present, with a shadowed, ashy tinge to his features, but perhaps better than one might expect for someone who's taken a Comanche lance to the shoulder and is carrying a clearly infected wound. Bit of a twitchy trigger finger, though he's not yet wanted in the South. Not by name, anyway.