John Hart


“I don’t really know much about this guy, but I guess neither does he. He’s got amnesia or something, in other words another walking cliché for me to hang out with. He seems nice, capable, good at improvising. And he’s got a wise sort of feeling about him, like the Fool in a tarot deck.”
- Maria McReese

“John has problems. I’ve seen guys like him before. Big guys that don’t know their own strength, and that ignorance has cost them. A brawl gone wrong, a girlfriend that crossed some unknown line, and they wander for the rest of their lives, knowing that they had a chance at being civilized, but failed. Not too far from what happened to Zeb, at least on the surface of it. I think John knows that. I think John sees what happened to Zeb, and some part of himself wants that power, that freedom. Seems to me John might be happy enough on the other side. John’s not quite right. He has that spark of whatever fuels those animals. The heat of the moment thing that’s hard to explain when the gunfire stops. The silent attitude, the sudden outbursts. The way he sometimes goes quiet and it seems like he’s in a whole other place. The “gut feeling” he got. I wonder what’s lurking in that man’s head. I think I’d feel a lot better if I knew.
Still. he’s on my side, for now. I’ll take him over a hundred of the limp-dick ranchers around here.”

- Cam McKraken


John Hart

Hunter: Southern Hospitality TLion