Man with No Name- Waterproof Poncho

This time finding his way to the pocket in the rocks was easier, mainly because the rain was lessening swiftly. He found a crack between the rocks and felt in it, using his left hand. He kept his right underneath the poncho, whose tight weave kept out the rain. To a man who lived by the gun, a rain-slick gun-hand could be fatal.

- Blood for a Dirty Dollar, chapter 2