MAD DOG 
I was born in California to a man who spent more time prospecting and gambling, than as a saw bones. In the midst of the California Gold Rush, I saw men seize opportunity and others kill for it. I tried being a doctor, but the lifestyle didn’t take. They call me Mad Dog cause I’m quick to the gun to settle a difference of opinion and I’m good at it.
Once the gold dried up, I found myself making a living shootin buffalo for the hides. Messy work, but the pay was good and it bought me a few extra hands of poker. I later spent some time in the Arizona territory helping to clear out the Indians, but it never sat right with me since they were there first.
I then moved to El Paso to try my hand at being a Texas Ranger, but it’s hard playing by the rules when the men you are chasing don’t. So I’ve been working the Texas territory as a bounty hunter. There is a thin line between outlaw and bounty hunter. You have to be willing to smell as bad as the man you are hunting. I’ve searched through every two bit sleazy hotel and brothel in the county, looking for wanted men. I make a living any way I can.
