"I killed a man I had never seen before, and you know that I never forget a face. I would swear I never ran across him anywhere, let alone gambled with him."
"Mistaken identity."
"No - it was me he wanted. He lived long enough to say that they hadn't told him I could shoot."
"They?"
"That's what he said."
"So it's over?"
"No. Two weeks later they tried again, while I was in a card game. They burned me that time, and they got away."
"They?"
"There were two of them." Will Reilly rubbed a hand over his face. "So I quit. I sold out and drifted west. How can a man gamble when somebody he doesn't know is shooting at him? If you have an enemy you know it, and you know him; and if it is a matter of shooting, you shoot. This is different. Anyone who walks in the door may be the one, and they can't all miss."
(from Reilly's Luck, by Louis L'Amour)
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