The Reverend

Healer to some, destroyer to others...


Tall, lean and sun-hardened. My long dark coat is pale with prairie dust that shrouds my every step. My grey shirt is collarless, buttoned to the chin and I’m wearing a black wide-brimmed hat.


A time back, I would preach to the sinners of The West, cleansing their vile souls and healing their rotting wounds. The thanks I got? Well they strung me up by the neck until I was dead! Or nearly so. It don’t matter. I’ve got the marks to prove that I ain’t telling no lies.

Sit down a while and let me get the measure of you…

The Reverend

Those Dead But Dreaming Inexorable twyearling