Discriptive writing

The guns were drawn. This was going to be a shoot off like never before. On one side stood a tall tanned man. His face was rugged and covered in a thick layer of dust, in need of a wash. The top half of his face was covered by a shadow from the brim of his top hat. The mans top hat needed to be thrown into the trash in result of the holes from the constant gravel marking it had put on it over the years of wearing it. His face was buried underneath a thick layer of his scruffy facial hair like a lost toy waiting to be found underneath a bush. The glare of his face scowled at his opponent like a cougar waiting to pounce on its prey. The man looked tough as nails, but inside he was really a very sensitive man. On the other side stood a man completely opposite to the tall tanned man. They both drew their weapons. However, both of them missed and neither of them were killed.