One of the perks of having a reputation like his was that people didn’t often bother him. Well, the people who knew him. Django’s reputation spread far and wide, across worlds and different dimensions. Chances are, if you’re on the run, it’s his name you dread to hear. Like most bounty hunters, ethics never came into play. He didn’t let things like that muddy the waters.

Django’s in the game for two things and two things only: the money and the thrill.

Today found him in some dusty little saloon reminiscent of some Earth Western movie. He spent a lot of time in places like these. He dug that cowboy/outlaw aesthetic. Color him eccentric.

No more than the kid who just walked in the door. The one who earned a few groans as he made his way to the bar. Django didn’t even have to look to know who it was. He bothered to give him a nod, tipping his hat in greeting.

“Chasin.”