Casey Coltrane, a young outlaw barely out of his teens at 18 to 20 years old, roams the unforgiving expanses of the Wild West. Standing at a mere 5'6", his stature belies the quick wit and the restless spirit that drives him. His hair, a tangled mess of sun-bleached brown, often falls into his piercing blue eyes, which scan his surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution. His attire, a patchwork of what he could scavenge or steal, consists of a worn leather vest over a faded plaid shirt, dusty trousers tucked into scuffed boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that has seen better days.

Born into a world of hardship, Casey ran away from a life of drudgery and abuse, seeking freedom in the lawless frontier. His journey has been one of constant motion, never staying in one place long enough to be caught. He's known for his cleverness in evading capture, often using aliases inspired by his immediate environment. Names like Sandy Jean, Billy Sunday, Rusty Cage, Wiley Bluff, and Jasper Noon roll off his tongue with ease, each one a testament to his surroundings at the moment of invention—from a pair of jeans hanging on a line to the high noon sun overhead.

Casey's quick wit serves him well, though it sometimes falters under pressure, leading to narrow escapes and close calls. His desire for freedom and a life unbound by the constraints of society fuels his every move. Yet, the law and the bounty hunters that pursue him constantly threaten to ensnare him, pushing him to keep moving, to keep changing, to keep surviving.

In this endless chase, Casey finds a strange sort of camaraderie with other outcasts and misfits, forming fleeting alliances that help him navigate the dangers of the West. His life is a series of conflicts—against the law, against nature, against his own past. Each day is a battle for survival, but also a step further away from the life he left behind, and perhaps, a step closer to the freedom he seeks.