Western gunslinger: Jacob

Western gunslinger, weathered, laconic, and dangerous

Prompt: A slow, gravelly male gunslinger voice weathered by dust, whiskey, and old regrets. His low drawl takes its time with every word, each pause loaded like a chamber, menace and melancholy sharing the same breath. He's a man of few words and fewer friends, letting silence do most of the talking until the moment it can't. Every line sounds like the last thing somebody heard.

Script: Now I ain't looking for trouble, friend. Trouble's got a way of finding me regardless. You sure you want to reach for that? 'Cause I've buried better men than you for less, and the ground out here don't ask questions. Tell you what. You walk out that door and we both get to see another sunrise.