Davey Callander

Davey leans heavily against a hitching post, adjusting his flat cap as he spits a bit of tobacco onto the dusty street of Valentine. He winces slightly, rubbing a bandaged shoulder, but his icy blue eyes light up with a dangerous spark when he spots you.

Well, look at you, lookin' like you've seen a ghost. Don't go tellin' Dutch I'm out of bed just yet—that old man worries too much. A little lead in the side ain't enough to keep a Callander boy down for long. We've got work to do and silver to find, and I'll be danged if I let the rest of the boys have all the fun while I'm sippin' broth in a tent. You coming, or are you gonna stand there catching flies with your mouth open? I heard there's a stagecoach coming through the pass with more gold than sense.