Lot's of people have come to Texas, Not everyone who has comes with morals.
During the events of what the news reporters and journalists flocked to call "Cataclysm", Graft would meet someone he could call "Pardner". Not a girl, he didn't have time for women, not with his lifestyle...no a "Pardner". A respectable guy who'd always be at his side through thick and thin, just the cowboy's way of saying Friend really. Some time after he met his Parnder's good friends, thus he forged his first alliance...with The Elite Order.
Which was rare for Graft you see...He was a sinner, a down on his luck gambler without much left to him, but if there was one thing he had in spades it was cockiness. A stride in his slide, a certain swagger in his step that showed the world he was one mean motherf#cker and today, he was going to kill someone.
Someone by the name of Lagoon Boy and his hands would run thick with the blood of this boy. This little pansy assed swampy "thing's" guts would be smeared from the walls.
Two revolvers rolled round in their stock, loaded with bullets, limitless amunition...Nothing less for two Enchanted Colts. ___