Atticus Boone - Dead Ringer

Atticus Boone crouched and bent over, taking a good look at Cyrus Blaine. He looked at him in the eye, closely."Looking at you now, I sense a striking resemblance." Atticus looked at Cyrus with much curiosity as a child would look at an ant through a magnifying glass. He couldn't believe what his eyes showed him. It was as if he were looking through a cracked mirror. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Cyrus said.
For the bounty hunter, the outlaw in front of him was making no sense, and was simply mocking him. Atticus had a rough face behind a thick moustache and beard. It was in stark contrast to the bounty hunter who was completely clean-shaven. Cyrus Blaine's features were plain to see immediately. How could the two men bear even the slightest resemblance?Atticus smiled. "Maybe a good shave will open your eyes."Atticus whipped out a razor, some cream, and a bucket of water.
He splashed the cream and water all over his face and started to do a quick shave. When Atticus was done shaving, he stared at Cyrus again. Cyrus stared at the outlaw, and it was almost as if he were punched in the gut. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was almost as if he were looking straight at a mirror reflecting his face."What do you think? I'm a dead ringer for you, bounty hunter."