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A thin man with a shock of red-blonde hair and a dirty, old infantryman's jacket takes cover just beside Jeb. He also rests his rifle across one of the beams, and keeps a lookout for any hostile indians or gunmen. He glances at Jeb, obviously somewhat amused at finding each other in similar circumstances. He figures as long as they're working together, they may as well be friendly.
He nods to Jeb when he looks over. "Nice to meet'cha, friend," he says, smiling grimly.
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