Man with No Name- Greased Up, Naked Fight with Another Man

They made no sound of their own. They reached for their knives and ran forward, spreading out to take their victims from several directions.

The hunter saw them first. He cried a warning to the count and, naked and unarmed, jumped at the nearest Indian. He caught the knife wrist in both hands, yanked it against his mouth and sank his teeth to the bone. The Apache dropped the knife and they went to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. The sweating, sinewy body was slippery, trying to wrap itself around the hunter. The Man With No Name felt his strength weaken. He used the last of it, clawing his fingers in the long, black, greasy hair, lifting the brown hawk face and slamming it against the rock of the well. The Indian’s skull cracked and he fell limp. On his knees, the hunter cast a fast glance around.

- A Dollar to Die For, chapter 10