Bandolier

Each had a bandolier over his chest.

The vivid, untrammeled life appealed to him[…]; but he was wise and knew that once peace was established there would be no room in Cuba for the Sin Verguenza. “None better to face peril or adversity with, but a change is coming, and one cannot always wear the bandolier,” he said.

We had each bandoliers of cartridges.

[…] with the casual but combative look of the urban photographer, black T-shirt and baseball boots, twenty-pocketed waistcoat and bandolier of film.