You're faster with a gun right now than four men out of five!" Bull gaped in amazement.
"Fact!" cried Reeve.

"You get it out slicker than most; and after it's out, you shoot as straight as any man I've ever seen.

Trouble is, you don't appreciate yourself.

You've had it drilled into you so long that you're stupid that now you believe it.

All nonsense! You got more than a million have and you're fast right now on the draw.