Clankie Claster ran from the woods almost as fast as his legs would carry him. His evil eyes were pale blue, traits he had inherited from his white ma. His brownish, dark skin was a combination of things, the fact that he spent most of his days outdoors and Mexican blood somewhere in his family line. The tan skin was coarse, almost as rough as his mannerisms.
Aiming his lever action, Henry sixteen-shooter, he fired and missed. But it was enough to cause the horse to rare back and throw its rider. Clankie jumped at the opportunity as the rider hit hard on the solid ground and had the wind knocked out of him.
"You know I'll have to kill you!"