Dead Man’s Hand: Outlaws – Part 2

Unlike old McMiller, I've chosen brighter colors for Eugene, inspired by the beige and pastel tones of the Briscoe County Jr. series, a Western adventure series from the 1990s.

Dead Mans Hand - Outlaws Eugene

The model is from the Foundry range and offers a wonderfully silly facial expression. That was just right for Eugene to get a matching backstory that went well with the bright colors of his appearance. The trousers were painted in Steel Legion Drab again, while the hat is a wild mish-mash of shades of gray. You do not have to be very neat with the shades because sweat stains on the hat do not leave a consistent mark and are rather random instead.

Dead Mans Hand - Outlaws Eugene

With the shirt I tried something new and took Goblin Green from Army Painter, but had already brightened it slightly up with Bonewhite from the beginning, to give it a bleached look. It worked quite well and I will play around with this method a little bit more in the future. The jacket, however, had Bronzed Flesh of Vallejo as the base color. With this tone, you can paint in an enormous number of directions, depending on whether you darken with black, or, for example, another hue. The same applies to the accents that I have pulled up to white. This one could, however, for example, be highlighted a bit softer, with pure Bonewhite.

Dead Mans Hand - Outlaws Eugene

And of course no figure is complete without a little background story ...

Eugene the taster

A nice, new load of rifles, that's all it took. Exactly what Eugene was hoping for when he made the deal with the Mexicans. Rifles and ammunition were expensive these days and much sought after on the Arizona border. Soon he would be sitting on a pile of cash. The only problem was that the rifles he wanted to sell currently belonged to the cavalry. Even worse, he had been paid in advance and the banditos wanted to see their goods now. To top it all off, Eugene had already wasted the money on poker and whores. Though it was never clear to him why he should pay for the ladies at all - after all, he was a handsome, splendid lad!
In fact, he found it sour that the people in Dead Man's hand always seemed a bit disrespectful towards him. At least the lawmen and the Pinkertons showed their amusement to him openly. It had all started with that cursed serving of beans back then. A traveler who had introduced himself to him as the spanish five-star chef Montezuma, who was on his way to San Francisco to open a fine restaurant, had desperately sought a tester for his bean stew. Of course, Eugene had not missed a free dish from such a distinguished gentleman. In addition, a stew of this kind has so far been prepared only in Spain and was important for the culinary heritage of America!
He had not caught the cook, but a few of the guys who had laughed at him so cheekily, as in a brown blast his trousers and dignity blew away, had quietly disappeared through his hand. Yes, this bastards were looking at the bean shrubs from below now. And even those dirty Pinkertons would have to pay for their arrogance. Soon. But first he had to solve the problem with the banditos ...

Greetings from the Chaosbunker

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