Man with No Name- Tuco's Gunshot

Suddenly the silence of the street was shattered by a single gunshot. The hunter stilfend, his jaw sagging, his usually impassive face wearing an expression of astonished disbelief.

  Sentenza stared at him. “What is it? What hit you ?”

  “That shot,” the hunter said. “Every guns sings with a different voice and that’s one I have good reason to know.”

  He whirled and strode down the street in the direction of the shot.
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  “A lot of time has passed since then, Tuco, Time enough for me to learn to shoot real good with my left hand. Now I’m gonna show you just how good I learned.” His eyes narrowed as his finger tightened on the trigger.

  Tuco lifted his own gun out of the concealing suds and shot him precisely through the adam’s apple.

  “When you’re going to shoot somebody,” he said coldly to the twitching figure on the floor, “shoot him. Don’t stand around trying to talk a man to death.”
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  The song ended abruptly in a choked gurgle. He sat up, his mouth open, gaping at the tall figure in the poncho who materialised in the doorway.

  “Eh-eh-eh! Whitey? Is that really you or a ghost? It must be you because I don’t believe in ghosts. If there were such things—I would be followed by a crowd.”

- The Good, the Bad and the Ugly novel, chapters 15 and 16