Man with No Name- Cigarro Shot

He puffed on his cigarro, smiling calmly and pleasantly around the circle of stunned faces. Nino was the first to break the stunned silence. His hand flashed to his hip and his gun blasted deafeningly in the closed room. The end of the bounty hunter’s cigarro vanished in flying shreds and sparks.

Without the slightest show of emotion, the Man With No Name examined the remaining stub with mild interest, then put it back in his mouth. He walked toward Nino, holding out his hand.

“You put out my light, friend. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you for a match.”

Like a man hypnotised, the bandit got a match from his vest pocket and handed it over. The hunter calmly relit the stump with a hand as steady as a rock.

- For a Few Dollars More, chapter 10