What's the good of shootin' a man all to pieces ?" "Suppose there was six men ?" "Then they get me, anyway.

Wouldn't they, Mr.Umpire ?" he appealed to Peter Johnson, who sat cross-legged and fanned himself with his big sombrero.
"That don't make any difference," decided the umpire promptly.

"To shoot straight and quickest--that's bein' a good shot.

Line up!" Bill lined up, unwillingly enough; they stuffed their cylinders with cartridges.
"Don't shoot till I say: One, two, three--go!" admonished Pete.

"All set?
One--two--three--go!" A blending, crackling roar, streaked red and saffron, through black smoke: the Texan's gun flashed down and up and back, as a man snaps his fingers against the frost; he tossed his empty gun through the sunlight to the bed under the juniper tree and spread out his hands.