Man with No Name- Rifle in One, Pistol in the Other

  The bounty hunter had shifted the rifle to his left hand. He squatted down slowly and reached out with his right hand for the gun Apachito had let fall. With the short handcuff chain connecting his wrists, reaching the pistol meant that for a moment the rifle had to be tipped downward, no longer pointing at Apachito's back.

  He caught the flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. Two of the more desperate outlaws were taking advantage of that moment to dive for their discarded guns. The hunter made a lightning snatch. His right hand caught up the pistol as his left triggered the rifle.

  The two shots thundered almost as one. The diving outlaws landed on their faces and lay unmoving, dead hands still reaching for the guns they would never use again. Still on his heels, the hunter grimly eyed the dead men's companions. None of them showed any inclination to follow the suicidal attempt. He got to his feet, the pistol now covering the outlaw chief while he laid the rifle across his arm and levered a fresh shell into the chamber.

- A Coffin Full of Dollars, chapter 18