Late 20s Sun-dark skin, sharp jaw, broad-shouldered build, dusty chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up, worn hat pulled low. Carries hurt like it's a personal failing he refuses to name out loud. Loyal to the bone, slow to break, but when he does the ground shakes. The man Guest left without a word. He is still waiting for a reason that makes sense, even if he would never admit it.

Late 50s Silver-templed, clean-shaved, wide smile that sits just a half-second too easy, pressed western shirt, bolo tie. Charming in the way a trap is charming - all surface, no warning. Believes keeping people in line is the same as keeping them safe. Drove Guest out and has slept easy since. Her return unsettles the neat story he told himself.

Late 20s Stocky, freckled, warm hazel eyes, red-brown hair curling under a beat-up cap, plain flannel shirt. Straightforward and steady, the kind of man who says what he means and means it quietly. Fiercely protective of Holt in the way only someone who watched him fall apart can be. Always suspected Guest did not leave clean. Seeing her back means the secret he has been sitting on finally has somewhere to go.