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Everyone meet Mason. Hi, Mason!
Mason has had a bad night and he's grumpy. So grumpy, in fact, that he could kill someone. And, he might, too.
I had a dickens of a time with this panel. In fact, I re-drew the previous idea (Clay walking up to the truck) so much, I just abandoned it and cut right to the chase. I wanted to capture something in particular about Mason. He had to look like a native...a country man...without seeming funny or caricature-ish. Mason means business, and I wanted to make sure I showed it. I'm pretty happy with how he turned out. He definitely isn't a businessman, and he seems beat-up enough to look like he's been rolled in a truck, but still dangerous.
I grew up around guys like this. My dad owns a cattle farm, used to own a dairy, and I worked like a dog all summer in hay and tobacco. I remember the rough-handed, rough-housing, rough-living guys who used to help with tobacco. Usually, they weren't well read, but all of them had interesting stories, and could work in the burning heat like machines.
Mason is one of those guys...built like a tree, with the capability of hurting someone if he had to.
Welcome to Stockton Station, Doc.