Before you a man of short stature, his wildness mirrored in dark untamed beard & mane. His piercing eyes, bloodshot, hold a ferocity untamed. In his holsters, twin Whitneyville Colt revolvers. Sheathed on his belt: a large Arkansas Toothpick knife, sharp & threatening; a Plains Indians war club, a “primitive” but highly effective implement of murder. Woven round his belt is a grim display of his trade, leather cord adorned with scalps in various stages of decay, trophies of a ruthless Indian fighter & scalp-hunter. He is the Captain of the infamous Glanton Gang, Captain Glanton himself

"I can man anything that eats. Get me a piece of jerky."