Three years she's shot close an' true.

There ain't a butt in the world that hugs your hand tighter.
There ain't a cylinder that spins easier.

Shoot?
Lad, even a kid like you could be a killer with that six-gun.

What will you lay ag'in' it ?" And his red-stained eyes glanced covetously at the yellow heap of Pierre's money.
"How much ?" said Pierre eagerly.

"Is there enough on the table to buy the gun ?" "Buy ?" said the other fiercely.