Jack stands a little on the tall side at 6'2", but doesn't strike an overtly imposing figure. He's a lean, fit man, comfortable in his own skin which is travel weathered and tan. There's a bit of ruggedness about him but Jack's not without a charming look or two. He's got short, dusty red hair with a scruffy red beard to match. His eyes are a deep blue that can go from dead cold to warm comfort to blazing fire, the eyes of a man who's seen his share of things and then some.

It's rare to catch Jack without his black, wide-brimmed hat. Just as rare to see him without his sturdy and travel-worn tan leather duster coat. Beneath that he has a black leather vest that matches his well cured black leather chaps. Under that, a red kerchief about his neck for dust and... other reasons, a plain gray shirt and a sturdy gray pair of pants. Completing the look are his black spurred leather boots.

Of course, most eyes might be drawn to his notable accessories. A lather strap holds a long leather holster to his back with the signature butt and grip of a Winchester '73 protruding from the end. His belt, lined with from his hips to the front with bullet filled loops, featured leather sheets leading town to holsters strapped to his thighs. In them a pair of S&W Model 3's, the hammers glinting lightly when in the open sun.