Mac Murdo's Life and Times

Mac murdo pushed open the swinging door of the saloon and made his way amid the crowd of men within. The place was brilliantly lighted, and the huge, heavy gilt mirrors upon every wall reflected, multiplied the garish illumination. With his body resting upon the bar and a cigar stuck at an acute angle from the corner of his mouth stood a tall, strong, heavily built man who could be none other than the famous mc ginty himself. He was a black mane giant, bearded to the cheek bones and with a shock of raven hair which fell to his collar. His eyes were of a stra ange, dead black, which, combined with a slight squint