Man with No Name- Accurate Fanning the Hammer

Two days later he stood thirty feet from the car, legs slightly apart, body taut and evenly balanced. With a blur of movement he drew a pistol, loosed off six shots in quick succession, fanning the hammer. Then, with the reports and ringing of the target still echoing along the tunnel he twirled the gun by the trigger guard and stroked it into its holster, strolled easily down towards the car.

There was no grin this time on a face that was almost unmarked. It was expressionless beneath the filthy bandage at the forehead. As he leaned close to the car he saw what he had expected: just one dent. Every bullet had hit in precisely the same spot. He drew the gun, snapped out the cylinder and reloaded with deft speed.

He knew he was as fast as he ever had been.

- A Fistful of Dollars novel, chapter 20