When it had worn away he took off his coat and belt and made himself comfortable on the blankets.

And he had a thought that if he rested or slept what difference would it make on the morrow?
No rest, no sleep could change the gray outlook of the future.
He felt glad when Euchre came bustling in, and for the first time he took notice of the outlaw.
Euchre was old in years.

What little hair he had was gray, his face clean-shaven and full of wrinkles; his eyes were half shut from long gazing through the sun and dust.

He stooped.

But his thin frame denoted strength and endurance still unimpaired.
"Hey a drink or a smoke ?" he asked.
Duane shook his head.