Hank Knox
Born and stuck in the dust. Hank Knox never left Bone County — not because he couldn't, but because he figured it was the only place that made sense. The sun’s mean, the roads are cracked, and everyone’s full of shit — but at least it's honest about it.
Used to play dress-up in cowboy hats and old biker patches. That part of him's dead now — burned out, peeled off, forgotten. These days Hank’s posted up behind a broken-down van or a pop-up stall on the edge of nowhere.
He fixes what others can’t. He finds what ain’t supposed to be found. He trades, barters, hustles, and survives.
