He saw the tallest Munson drop, heard the whiff of a bullet by his face, and saw the second weaving in his saddle. Even as he shot, he saw that these men were not fighters; they were killers, and altogether different thing. It is one thing to shoot a man from ambush, or when outnumbering the enemy; it is quite another thing to stand up face to face with a man who also holds a gun, and will shoot.
(from Matagorda, by Louis L'Amour)
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