Lying on his side, he lifted the Colt and thumbed off two fast shots. The man dropped his rifle and clutched at his throat as at least one of Fargo's bullets ripped the flesh open. Blood spouted between the wounded man's fingers in a crimson arc. He swayed in the saddle for a second, then toppled sideways and crashed to the ground.--The Trailsman: Riverboat Rampage #335, by Jon Sharpe.
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