His face was lined and hard.

His long, sandy mustache hid his mouth and drooped with a curl.

Spurred, booted, belted, packing a heavy gun low down on his hip, he gave Ellen an entirely new impression.

Indeed, she was seeing everything strangely.
"Hello, Daggs!" replied Ellen.

"Where's my dad ?" "He's playin' cairds with Jackson an' Colter.