A laconic little cowpoke, who'd rather be someplace other than Grimy
Gulch but, not noted for his ambition, and having nowhere better to go, calls the place home.
He's sort of an average guy, surrounded by a bunch of characters culled from Central Casting's Oaters div. and various
Used-hombre Lots, that make up the town's citizenry.
Tumbleweed's horse 'Epic', which he acquired from a surplus cavalry corral, is an independent, illtempered, tobacco-chewing (occasionally does cigars) wreck, that was drummed out of the Army for spitting on the Top sarge.
Though easy-going, the Weed does sometimes flare up in disgust and indignation, but soon calms down. He's usually content to tumble along where the winds of human foibles blow him.