Man with No Name- Ox, Ike and George

The hunter looked over his shoulder. The aptly named Ox was closing in behind him with exaggerated stealth, in the process of clumsily switching his gun from his right to his left hand. For the instant, neither hand held the gun in firing position.

The hunter spun around, gambling that the other two would know a moment’s hesitation in firing directly toward their colleague. His shoulder rammed the big man’s midsection like a battering ram, driving the breath from his lungs. At the same instant he grabbed the two huge wrists and yanked with all his might.

The hulking Ox was hurled forward and in front as both Ike and George broke the momentary paralysis and fired. The hunter could hear the thwuck-thwuck! of the slugs slamming into the spinning body, which served as his own fleeting shield.

Then his own gun was in his hand and blasting thunderously in the echoing gloom. Ike and George were both dead an instant before the whirling body of Ox slammed into them and carried them down with him in a charnel heap.

- The Devil’s Dollar Sign, chapter 3