They wore the biggest Stetsons that famous hat brand ever was stamped upon.

They had huge bandanas draped picturesquely over their chests, and their sleeves were rolled to the elbows and their eyes rimmed with deep pencil shadings.

At their hips swung six-shooters of violent pattern and portent.

Around their middles sagged belts filled with blank cartridges.

A sack of tobacco was making the rounds as they came on, and Luck watched them through speculatively narrowed lids.
"Say, by cripes, that there saloon is the driest poison-palace I ever surged out of with two guns spittin' death and dumnation!" Big Medicine complained, coming up with the plain intention of lighting his cigarette from Luck's cigar.