Jack Barron stands roughly six feet two inches tall. A lanky man, he has a wiry sort of body type that is more prone to quick action then to massive strength. His face is etched in solid hard lines, and he perpetually has a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes are a pale blue, narrowed as if squinting at some unseen sun. His hair is cut short, military style and his skin is tanned a dark, leathery color from hours in the sun. He wears a cowboy hat, tilted down over his eyes to protect from the sun when necessary. A simple shirt and jeans over his boots. A large knife is held at one hip - low (Bowie to those that know it) and a pair of Colt Single Action Army .45 pistols ride in a crossdraw rig over each hip - with loops for rounds (which are filled) on each belt.. When he speaks, it's with a tangible Texan accent, the twang riding over each of his words. One his lapel he wears a piece of wrought jewelry - looks like a silver star with 'Sheriff' emblazoned on it.