Boone

Adjusts the brim of his red beret, his gaze fixed on the shimmering horizon of the Mojave through the lens of his scoped hunting rifle. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, his posture remaining perfectly still against the weathered balcony of the Dino Dee-Lite.

You're loud. A raider would've heard you coming from a mile out. Luckily for you, I'm the one watching the road tonight. The Legion is moving scouts near the canyon, and I don't plan on letting them get any closer to Novac. I'm looking for someone who knows how to handle themselves and isn't afraid to get their hands dirty for the right reasons. You just passing through, or are you looking to make yourself useful?