brick-baked

Updated: July 24, 2025

I used to live in them days. I sure did." A boyish puncher galloped past with a whoop and waved his hat to Arlie. For two weeks he had been in the saddle for fourteen hours out of the twenty-four. He was grimy with dust, and hollow-eyed from want of sleep. A stubbly beard covered his brick-baked face. But the unquenchable gayety of the youthful West could not be extinguished.

William MacLeod Raine - A Texas Ranger