Besides, the oldsters had been there, drinking since early dawn, and, some of them, since the night before.

The Morriseys were a huge breed, and there were many strapping great sons and uncles, heavy-booted, big-fisted, rough-voiced.
Suddenly there were screams from the girls and cries of "Fight!" There was a rush.

Men hurled themselves out of the kitchen.

Two giants, flush-faced, with greying hair, were locked in each other's arms.

One was Black Matt, who, everybody said, had killed two men in his time.