Man with No Name- Tuco Team-Up

  He dropped his gun into its holster, Slowly and deliberately he fished out one of his stubby cigarros. By the time it was lighted to his satisfaction he and Andy were no more than a dozen paces apart. He held up the flaming match.

  “When I drop this—”

  His fingers opened. The match was still falling when the shots came almost together.

  The two men stood, feet wide apart, each staring into the other’s face for a long moment. Then Andy’s knees buckled and he pitched forward on to his face. A cloud of grey dust pulled up from the street. The hunter threw a quick glance at a fresh bullet hole through a fold of his poncho. An inch to the right and he, too, would be lying in the dust

  Then the others were yelling and shooting as they came forward. Slugs whistled around him and kicked up dust at his feet. He heard Tuco’s gun bang and the scar’faced killer known as Emil spun around and fell. The hunter’s left hand slapped his gun hammer in a blur of motion.

  It was over in seconds. Tuco’s voice rose in a bellow as he pushed out the empty shells and reloaded.

- The Good, the Bad and the Ugly novel, chapter 16