Bodie backed up another step, and his gun slid from his fingers. He tried to speak, and then his knees buckled and he went down. Standing over him, I looked at Red.
"I'm ridin'," Red said huskily. "Just give me a chance." He swung into the saddle and then looked down at Bodie. "He wasn't so tough, was he?"
'Nobody is," I told him. "Nobody's tough with a slug in his belly."
(from Riders of the Dawn, by Louis L'Amour)
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