the twenty-ninth 58
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To Dos, the man's attire was somewhat unfamiliar because he had never seen anyone dressed in such equipment before.
The man who had pushed aside the underbrush wore a gray-green soft hat adorned with a wreath-like arrangement of grass and twigs on top. The grass on his head nearly blended him into the surroundings, making him very difficult to distinguish.
Under the man's ribs were leather ammunition pouches strung through with a belt on both sides. Hanging from his left side was a slim bayonet scabbard, and on the right was a holster for a revolver.
The man's coat was a bit long, with the hem covering his knees. Below that, he wore a pair of tall leather boots. This outfit made Dos think the man looked quite dashing.
The man stepped up to the fire and used the bayonet in his hand to impale one of the bandits who was still whimpering, silencing the screams in a second. The abrupt cessation of noise frightened Dos into quickly retreating back behind the tree where he was hiding.