"Mister," I said, "if you ain't any slicker with that pistol than you were with that bottom deal, you'd better not have at it."
Trouble was, he wouldn't be content with one mistake, he had to make it two; so he had at it, and they buried him out west of town where men were buried who die by the gun.
(from Sackett, by Louis L'Amour)
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