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- A figure flashed in front of the barred gate. The hunter leaned back against the wagon and yawned audibly. The figure was that of a dead and crooked branch draped with a pair of ragged pants and shirt, stripped from one of the dead bodies.
- The hunter called, “Whenever you’re through playing your childish games, show yourself if you dare.”
- “Is no game this time, you sonumbish! Now I kill you.” Bandera had fixed the location of the bounty hunter’s voice. Nothing of him showed but one eye and one arm around the edge of the open gate. The gun in his hand was leveled and blazing the instant it cleared the stone. The hunter’s poncho jerked to the impact of the slugs and his flat black hat flew off across the cobblestones.
- The bounty hunter himself, minus hat and poncho, stepped around the end of the armored wagon and put a single shot precisely through the outlaw’s exposed eye. Bandera pitched out and slammed across the doorway, his head bouncing as it hit the stone, his gun still clutched in a dead hand.
- The hunter reloaded and holstered his gun before retrieving his hat and donning the poncho, which had been draped over Sir Edward’s iron shovel, rammed handle-down into the soft soil.
- - Blood for a Dirty Dollar, chapter 23
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