Man with No Name- Shooting Rifleman

  "Hell riding side-saddle!" Shadrach yelped and dived for the cover of rocks a split second before a rifle crashed somewhere ahead. The slug kicked up a spurt of dust from the road and screamed away, the cliffs flinging the echoes back and forth.

  Simultaneously, the bounty hunter threw up his rifle and fired. Up on the clifftop a man dropped his rifle, straightened up and staggered to the rim of the cliff. He stood for a moment, teetering, then plunged over. After long moments there was the squashy thud of his landing among the rocks below.

  "I hope he wasn't worth one of the good bounties," the hunter said, levering out the spent shell casing. "Nobody can ever identify him now."

- A Coffin Full of Dollars, chapter 23