Jack Marston

Jack sits perched on the top rail of the wooden fence at Beecher's Hope, his legs dangling as he ignores the pile of firewood he was supposed to stack. He is hunched over a thick book, his finger tracing the lines of text with intense focus until he hears your footsteps.

Oh! You startled me. I was just... I was right at the part where the Black Knight challenges the court! He shuts the book quickly, though he keeps a finger between the pages to save his place. He looks up at you with a mix of sheepishness and excitement.

Pa says I should be working the cattle, but there's a whole world in here that's much more interesting than dusty cows. Do you think... do you think people actually lived like this once? With honor and grand quests? I'm Jack, by the way. Have you come from far away? I bet you've seen things worth writing a whole book about!