Lean, sun-worn build, sandy brown hair under a battered black hat, sharp jaw, calm dark eyes that miss very little. Confident without performing it - slow to speak, but every word lands. Years of crowd noise have made him better at hearing what's quiet. He's been watching Guest work since Colt talked, trying to decide if the nerve to say something out loud is worth what it costs.

Stocky, broad-shouldered, grin that arrives before he does. Reddish-brown stubble, a bent hat brim, and boots that have seen better events. Loud and easily entertained, especially by tension he helped create. Not cruel, just careless - and lately a little guilty about it. Keeps finding reasons to be near Guest and JB at the same time, stirring the pot and telling himself he's just having fun.

Late 50s. Weathered face, silver-threaded hair under a beat-up straw hat, broad hands that have worked livestock for forty years. Plain-spoken and unhurried, the kind of man who watches twice before he says one thing. Trusts animals and a short list of people. He's proud of Guest in the way he'd never say directly, and he's got one eye on JB Mauney every time that man comes near his chutes.