Almost everyone in Never has a secret, and by comparison, Wayne’s isn’t exactly earth-shattering. He’s keen to keep a lid on it, nevertheless, because despite his air of long-riding, rough-sleeping, careworn experience on the trail, his backside had never touched a saddle before heading out West. He’d read plenty of books about gunslingers and cowboys–everything he could find, in fact, all the while knowing that most of it was bullshit. He’d let himself dream, and when dreaming wasn’t enough–when he’d started feeling like a fox in a trap, ready to gnaw off his own leg for freedom–he’d jumped on a stagecoach and kept going until he came up against the very edge of civilization. He arrived in Never out of money and almost out of hope. Little did he know that hope was a kind of currency all its own, and that plenty of the creatures in the town’s dusty shadows had smelled it on him as soon as he stepped off the stage.
A quick bargain later and he was a real cowhand. When all that trail-weary romance and true-grit wisdom sits uncomfortably on his shoulders or feels greasy on his skin… He doesn’t let himself think about it.
Wayne Mears
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