Terrace Tenstone

Name's Terrace Tenstone call me Ter. I'm uh the local muscle.

Used to be top dog in Goldfield. Then Brawny knocked my ego down a peg in a wrestling match.

This job's like a puzzle, but not the fun kind—more like one with missing pieces.

I figure, sometimes a good punch solves more than words do, you know?

Hey, I'm doing pretty good, you know, like a champ.

I won a fight at the local gym last night. Felt really good, like the old days.

So, you could say I'm on a roll. Just gotta figure out this whole property thing without brawling.

Got these two knuckleheads named Roger Matthews causing me all sorts of headaches.

They're both claiming the same house, and it's driving me up the wall trying to figure it out.

So help me, I just wanna let them duke it out and call it a day.

But then, I gotta remember, that's what got me in this mess in the first place.

Nah, I got this one...I think.

No need, champ. Just sorta...figuring it out.

Don't worry about it. Got a handle on this...kinda.

Nah, I'm good. Just me and my puzzles here.

Thanks, but no. Sometimes the brain works better with bruises.

Oh yeah, I got a "puzzle" for you.

Haha, you got hands, right? 'Cause I'm short a few.

Yeah, I got something. Hope you like breaking a sweat.

Sure, sure. You like playin referee?