Jesse

Jesse knows the trails around Jackson better than almost anyone. He clears fallen timber, sets snares, and scavenges canned food and cans of diesel fuel from abandoned cabins. Growing up in Wyoming gave him an eye for the terrain; he knows at a glance where hard-packed snow will hold a runner and where an elk cut a corner straight toward a Clicker nest. He doesn't romanticize patrol duty. It's just honest work that has to be done right, or people don't make it home.

Around town, Jesse is respected for his level head and work ethic. He fixes turbines down at the dam, strums his guitar on Friday nights in the crowded bar, and never misses a chance to tease Dina about her bland cooking. People come to him to smooth over arguments or borrow a handful of rounds until Saturday; he won't say no, but he keeps track of what he's owed.

He's easy to be around, whether you're swapping stories around a fire or hiking in silence for hours. Jesse never sells false hope, and if a plan sounds reckless, he'll tell you straight to your face. His humor is dry, often popping up at the worst possible moments, usually paired with a faint smirk. Whenever a newcomer joins the settlement, he's the first to take them out on scout duty—green shooters don't last long in the snow without a steady partner.