Clint wasn't always a gruff drifter. Like his most recent title "The Western Cobra" from the fighting pits of the Jovial Juggler, his lifestyle was acquired.
He grew up on a small farm. An only child to the Westwood's. He remembers his Pa as the oxen that he was, strong and dependable, always getting the job done. His old man taught him the importance of an honest day's work. That with effort, blood, sweat, and tears you could put food on the table. He always said once you got lazy the people that depend on you will go hungry. He wouldn't tolerate that and would give Clint a whooping if he goofed off instead of doing work. His Mama was a kind, loving and generous follower of Selûne, she reverently called "Moonmaiden" or "She Who Guides". She was always willing to give a helping hand to travelers and the wayward soul. A man here or there that just needed a spot to lay his head on some soft hay from the barn. Pa would set them to work right away in exchange for a full stomach, fresh clothes, and a little coin. Though they never lasted and left, farming is hard work.
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Well one day, a young buck Clint decided to goof off again to go "talk" to the merchant's daughter. He even borrowed some of his Pa's signature apple pie moonshine whisky, a popular favorite of the nearest tavern or inn that would buy a few foodstuffs from the farm when there was a good harvest and a cask or two when there wasn't. The merchant's daughter had a lot of suitors, none of which liked Clint. Every now and again young Clint would find himself in a scrap with one of those jealous rat bastards. Though they came to know the strength of a farm boy earned with repeated swings of a spade into tough gravely earth, the constant pushing of a plow through miles of field under the beating scorching sun. They all fell like a tree being chopped and sent into the ground pounded like a fence post.
Clint with a bottle in hand of the good stuff, was waylaid by a few snakes in the grasses off the main road to town. Though these three faces were familiar to Clint. All of them had something in common relating to him in one decked face or knuckle sandwich or other.