Man with No Name- Apachito's Gang

  Six had bounties ranging from two to five thousand dollars on their heads. But it was the seventh man, the leader, who rocked The Man With No Name back on his heels. Squat, thick-bodied, swarthy, with the unmistakable stamp of Indian blood on his features, he was the dread Apachito himself—Mister Fifteen Thousand Dollars, in the language of the bounty-hunting trade.
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  Apachito's dark face grew even darker with his rage. He squawled, "You are almost as good with your tongue as you are with guns, Senor Ninguno, and with guns you are very good indeed. But how good are you when all the guns are empty, as those are now? You see, we sat there, counting your shots and awaiting this moment. Bring him along, men, and kill anyone who tries to interfere, even if he wears a badge,"

  The outlaws made the fatal mistake of grabbing for the bounty hunter instead of for their guns. He twisted away. His hand flashed under the poncho and out with his own .44.

  "You forgot to count these," the hunter said.

  His left hand was a blur of motion, slapping the hammer of the Colt. The six shots sounded almost as one drum-roll of thunder, coming so fast that not one of the six got his gun clear of leather before he died.

- A Coffin Full of Dollars, chapter 9