Man with No Name- Six Card Players

The six men around the table were staring at the side door and the stranger had entered in time to see one of his horse’s hoofs crash through.

“Hi, fellers,” the stranger said, grinning. “Sorry to spoil the game.”

He drew both guns at once and began to shoot. Two men died where they sat, two more while trying to get to their feet; the final two went down as they hooked pistols from their holsters. Two sprawled across the table as the others crumpled on to the floor. The stranger examined the scene with careful eyes, nodded and twirled both guns before caressing them back into their holsters beneath the poncho.

- A Fistful of Dollars novel, chapter 16