Why we care: SPOILERS! At first glance, Uncle’s pretty lame. A lazy old alcoholic, he lounges around dodging chores and sneaking naps in the hay whenever Marston isn’t around to chew him out. But when the ranch is attacked, Uncle transcends his inept form. Rifle in hand, he picks off waves of attackers until a stray bullet finds its way to his heart. Bleeding out, his final concern is for Marston and his family. Rest in peace, you magnificent bastard.
Our best guess: Judging by his final moments, Uncle clearly led a life of unfiltered badassery. While his early years were spent robbing trains, taking names, and wooing dames, poor investments in a couple bad poker hands left him penniless. A cold, grizzled felon, he signs on with Van der Linde crew for one last score when an ambush tears the gang apart. Rescuing one of the wounded bandits amidst the chaos, a young Marston swears to repay his savior in whatever way he can.
Decades later, he regrets every word.