August Combs -- Owner and Anchor of the Riverbed Tavern
August Combs -- Owner and Anchor of the Riverbed Tavern
CW: Addiction, Divorce, Fathers in general lol
Forty-three and rooted in Riverton, he never meant to stay this long. He came back to take care of his older brother, Ray, and never left. Once, he had a life elsewhere—a wife, a daughter, a plan. But loyalty pulled him home, and love didn’t wait. Over the years he's become something of a fixture himself. Folks know him as steady-handed, sharp-eyed, and hard to rattle. Auggie knows every regular’s drink, every story they’ve told twice. He listens because it matters. Or maybe because part of him hopes someone’s listening to him, too.
| sober | stalwart | steadfast |
If you're a local you'd know...
Raymond Combs took over The Riverbed when it was on its dying legs. He worked relentlessly to rebuild the tavern as well as he could. What he created became something that kept the town alive -- a safe haven. Ray was lenient on trouble makers. He fell into a spiral of addiction that led to his mental decline.
Keeps every letter Maisie ever sent him, even though she stopped writing him years ago.
Laughs the hardest at the worst jokes, especially the ones Cody tells.
Woodworker in his free time
he smells like cedarwood because of the cologne he wears -- something Eva picked out for him 10 years ago that he hasn't moved on from.
Raymond
“She’s a hell of a liar. I was a hell of a fool. And somehow that still ain’t the worst of it.”
Eva Fairchild
Raised in comfort and steeped in charm, she’s poised and persuasive—devoted to image, resistant to change, and quick to abandon what no longer serves her.
August always said he was born to be a dad. When Maisie was born, nine months after he and Eva married, his world shifted. He pictured a life of coaching, tea parties, and laughter. He has always been a dedicated man: to his daughter, his wife, and to his older brother, Raymond, who’d always been more fragile than he let on.
When Ray’s health began to spiral from addiction, August made the hard call to return to Riverton and care for him. The plan had always been for the whole family to follow. That’s what he and Eva agreed on. But Eva refused to leave her hometown. At first, they managed—calls, visits, mailed drawings. August made the eight-hour drive twice a week just to tuck Maisie in.
Then the visits thinned. Calls went unanswered. And one night, after Ray was hospitalized, August took the first free moment he’d had in months and drove to their home. He found them—Eva, Maisie, and a stranger—sharing dinner like a picture-perfect family. The man was Geoff Bradly, a divorce attorney. Not Eva’s attorney, based on the lack of a ring on her left hand.
August didn’t make a scene. He waited on the porch till sunrise, walked inside, and saw his life packed into two boxes. Everything except Maisie, who slept upstairs. The hardest part? It wasn’t Eva’s confession that she’d never planned to move to Riverton. Eva wouldn’t let him say goodbye to her.
Throughout the years he tried desperately to stay in touch with his daughter, but letters and drawings returned unopened, court mandated visits became awkward as she aged up and her resentment of him grew. Maisie only knows one side of the story—and she told him not to call again. So now he just keeps quiet, hoping one day she’ll want to know the rest.