Man with No Name- Dragging Red

That would be impossible, of course, but by the time the stranger had fully turned, Red Cavanagh lay dead on the floor, with one hand on his gun and a bullet hole in his forehead.

The bounty killer raked the crowd again with his chilling stare, then holstered his gun. He hooked a hand into the dead man’s belt and straightened. Dragging the heavy body as a man might drag a sack of oats, he strode out, to cash in his two-thousand dollar prize.

- For a Few Dollars More, chapter 2