Man with No Name- Sniper Rifle

The bounty hunter’s head suddenly appeared above ground. It swiveled back and forth as he peered around, then blossomed into a full figure as he literally exploded out of the shaft. He took one moment to look down toward the trail, then came racing toward the campsite.

“You utterly stupid sonuvabitch!” he spat as he ran past.

He snatched the custom-made rifle from its leaning place against the rock. Down below, the surviving member of the trio was flinging himself into the saddle and yanking his horse savagely back toward the trail, digging in his spurs. The hunter threw the rifle to his shoulder, the telescope sight against his eye. He fired once. The fugitive fell sideways out of the saddle, to lie, an inert pile of rags and shattered flesh, in the dust of the trail. His riderless horse raced off and vanished among the rocks.

- The Devil’s Dollar Sign, chapter 12