Man with No Name- Tackling Colonel

“Fair enough,” the Colonel said. “The first thing they’d do is split up, so there must be six or seven of them somewhere behind the buildings on either side. Undoubtedly, some of these hovels have rear entrances, so any door or window could be hiding an amb …”

The hunter’s hard shoulder drove into the Colonel’s chest, driving the air from his lungs and knocking him backward. The older man’s boot heels caught on a plank of the sidewalk and he landed on his back with the hunter slamming down across his knees.

Simultaneously, a gun racketed and a slug pounded into the adobe wall at the spot where the Colonel had been standing. The hunter twisted around and fired. Across the street, a bandit let his pistol drop, sagged forward and pitched off the edge of a low roof. He landed heavily in the street and lay motionless, the pale dust smoking up around his body.

- For a Few Dollars More, chapter 15