Sad to say, as he got closer, the stranger seemed a bit less awe inspiring. His duster was wrinkled, his hat was only 4 gallons (which likely embarrased the owner no end)and his trusty horse was a runty thing. The man himself was a tad paunched, and nothing great to look at once you got to. Still, he was a stranger in Breastwood, and that alone was enough to get folks curious.
Twas Riley, a farmer come into town who first noticed him, and Riely who first spoke to the fellow, "You're new around these parts."
Now, stating the obvious is a proud tradition in Breastwood, but apparently it didn't impress the Stranger none. He merely said, "Yup."
"You got a name mister?" Riley pressed.
The Stranger responded, "They call me... Jim."
And since it wasn't 'Dead hand Jim', 'Doc Jim' or even 'Jim the Kidd' that was given, Riley figured this funny looking fellow tweren't shit and resolved to pay him no mind.
That seemed just fine by Jim.
Fri Aug 29 10:15:51 2003