Man with No Name- Derringer

The other grinned faintly and got to his feet. “It seems our minds kind of run in the same channels, Colonel.”

The Man With No Name pulled the tail of the brown poncho around and tipped the corner back. Sewn to the inside of the stout fabric, just above the line of fringe, was a miniature holster containing a somewhat plainer, but equally deadly, derringer.

“I thought some of using it out there last night, but I finally gave the idea up. The one shot would only kill one of them, anyhow, and I couldn’t see much point in giving the rest of the gang the excuse they needed for finishing us off then and there.”

- For a Few Dollars More, chapter 14