Mabry began to eject shells from his gun and to reload. Only a solitary bullet had remained in his gun. As he loaded up there was absolute silence. He was conscious then of the cottonwood leaves whispering in the cool morning air. He was conscious that his cheek stung and that otherwise he was unwounded.
Once more he had come through. How many breaks could a man get?
(from Heller With a Gun, by Louis L'Amour)
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