His eyes were the wrong shade of blue and the lids drooped too much at the outer corners.

Andy studied him curiously.

Did the man know what he was up against, or did he not?
Was he sincere in his ready thanks, or was he sarcastic?
The man looked up at him then.

His eyes were clean of any hidden meaning, but they were the wrong shade of blue--the shade that is opaque and that you feel hides much that should be revealed to you.
"Seems like there's been quite a crop of shacks grown up since I rode over this way," Weary announced suddenly, returning from a brief scurry after the leaders, that inclined too much toward the south in their travel.
"Yes, the country's settling up pretty fast," conceded the man in the doorway.
"Well, by golly!" bellowed Slim, popping up from below on a heaving horse.

Slim was getting fatter every year, and his horses always puffed when they climbed a hill under his weight.