The late afternoon sun started its descent as the gentle breeze blows through the trees and grass. Birds chirped and a woodpecker knocked on a tree close to the man who was clearly not natural to the forest. Black leather boots, blue denim jeans and a gun belt slung low around his hips, the holster on his right thigh. The thick belt holding his jeans to his hips, framed a gold skull buckle. His onyx shirt matched his curly hair, falling mid-length around his face, where brown eyes held the clam of a Zen master. The dark clothes off-set his pale skin, and on first glance gave the appearance of an apparition. With practiced ease, he assumed a boxing stance, fist up near his chin, elbows tucked in close to his body, his right hand slightly forward of the left.