My shot broke his action as it cut short his life.

Before Wright even tottered, before he loosed the gun, Sampson leaped behind him, clasped him with his left arm, quick as lightning jerked the gun from both clutching fingers and sheath.

I shot at Sampson, then again, then a third time.

All my bullets sped into the upheld nodding Wright.

Sampson had protected himself with the body of the dead man.