Cowboy Three.  Where do I start?  Charles obviously.  Edward Hurst originally.  We called him Woodchuck, and it was not a compliment.  He radiated Rich White Boy like a fraking limo on Martin Luther King Boulevard.  He was not one of us.  He didn’t complain, took his lumps, and proved himself when The Colonel bought the farm.  He earned Chief and Cowboy One.  Then the Peloran named him Wolf.  I guess it stuck.  He and Dorothy did good by us.  Way better than I woulda.