Man with No Name- Poisoned Sandwich

 Shadrach opened the packet, took a sandwich and pushed the others over.

  "Dig in. If you're as starved as I am, this venison will hit the spot."

  He had the sandwich halfway to his mouth when the hunter suddenly lunged and knocked it out of his hand. Meat and bread went flying into the underbrush.

  "Damn your soul!" Shadrach yelled, red in the face from anger. "What in hell do you think you're doing?"

  "Maybe saving your life," the other said grimly. He lifted the top slice of bread from the second sandwich. Beneath it the meat was thickly sprinkled with coarse white crystals. "A good cook like Molly would never shovel the salt on that thick, and I never heard of anybody putting sugar on venison. Maybe I've just got a nasty, suspicious mind, but..."

  "Poison," Shadrach croaked. "You don't suppose that sonofabitching Dandy...?"

  "No, I don't. Dandy might steal his mother's false teeth if there was a market for them, but I simply can't picture him as the cold-blooded killer type. I think it's more likely Apachito has had somebody watching every move Dandy made. When he was seen hiding a package in the very same place we hid the gun belts, it wouldn't take any great brain to figure out it was something meant for us. So that skunk would open the package, realize what a perfect opportunity he had and add a little seasoning of his own that wasn't in the recipe. It was just luck that some of the stuff dribbled out and I happened to notice them."

- A Coffin Full of Dollars, chapter 22