"I don't know you.

How do we know you didn't plug Stevens, an' stole his hoss, an' jest happened to stumble down here ?" "You'll have to take my word, that's all," replied Duane, sharply.
"I ain't takin' your word! Savvy thet?
An' I was Luke's pard!" With that Bosomer wheeled and, pushing his companions aside, he stamped into the saloon, where his voice broke out in a roar.
Duane dismounted and threw his bridle.
"Stranger, Bosomer is shore hot-headed," said the man Euchre.

He did not appear unfriendly, nor were the others hostile.
At this juncture several more outlaws crowded out of the door, and the one in the lead was a tall man of stalwart physique.

His manner proclaimed him a leader.

He had a long face, a flaming red beard, and clear, cold blue eyes that fixed in close scrutiny upon Duane.