Gunslinging Cowboy...

This is one from the sketchbook that I decided to go ahead and do a finish on. An old moustached 25 gallon hat, gunslinging cowboy. Ready to jerk that hot iron, or spit tabaccy juice in your eye. I can just imagine him saying, "Pardner, you're a lookin' at me like you want trouble. I think maybe you ought to think twice about that."

 Or maybe he's not saying anything. Just lookin' right mean... Happy Trails!