Man with No Name- Rifle as Club

The clear space between the rocks was suddenly swarming with new attackers, howling like wolves. Conserving his dwindling ammunition supply, the bounty hunter reversed his rifle and swung it as a club. From the corner of his eye he glimpsed Fairfeather employing the same tactic.

Above the savage screeching he heard the ripe-melon sound of a splitting skull. A powerfully built Apache rushed at him with a scalping knife poised high. The hunter drove the butt of his rifle into the Indian’s belly, then smashed it full into the painted face, feeling teeth and jawbone give way. He realized suddenly that he and Fairfeather were fighting almost back-to-back.

Flailing the rifle as a club, he drove through the swarm of attackers to where the body of Bloody Hand lay almost hidden in the deep shadow of a rock.

- The Devil’s Dollar Sign, chapter 19