Red Hyle had said nothing. He was slouched in the saddle, just letting them talk. Purdy glanced at him. What about that now? Was he as fast as Red? Sure. He'd never seen anybody he couldn't out-draw. But supposing, just supposing, that he was not? Supposing it came to a showdown and Red was faster.
He'd be dead.
(from The Quick and the Dead, by Louis L'Amour)
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