One-Eye Coleman


You first came to Copper Creek about 30 years ago. It was still a one-horse town back then, but something about it seemed peaceful, inviting and serene. Just the kind of place you could use to hide from the group of outlaws you abandoned when your train heist went south. You laid low for awhile, but eventually made friends with the sheriff, took on work at the livery, and decided to make this your home.

You’ve calmed down considerably since your younger days. You used to ride every bronco and chase every skirt from sunup to sundown. Now you stick to running your hardware store where you sell tools to prospectors who pass through town. It’s not as exciting as hopping trains, but your roots in this town run deep, and you’re not going to abandon them in their time of need.