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"Give me your pistols, gringos!"
"Did he say what I think he said?" Heck said.
"Yep," Old Moze answered.
"Reckon there ain't nothing to do but hand them over then."
Heck reached down to his pistols and turned them in their holsters so the butts faced away from him. Smiling at Arango all the while, he ever so slowly stuck his index fingers into the pistols' trigger guards and slowly removed them from the holsters. He held them out before his waist. The pistols hung upside down from his fingers, the barrels pointed toward Heck.
"Give me those guns," Arango demanded.
Quicker than the eye could follow, Heck spun the pistols round on his fingers. The gun butts plopped comfortably into his hands. In a split-second, the tall Texan cocked the pistols and fired two shots. The left ball caught Arango in the cheek. It tore out the back of his head. The right ball whizzed inches over the head of the pistolero next to him.
"Dang!" Heck yelled. "Out of practice."
The enraged bandit returned fire. The other pistoleros opened up also. Old Moze riddled one from neck to knees with a shotgun blast of buckshot. He dropped to the ground to reload. Virge hit the dirt as well. He steadied his pistol with both hands, picked his target carefully despite the heavy fire, as he'd been taught in the war, and shot a pistolero dead.
Heck stood, indifferent to the deadly lead bees that hummed past him, gold dots dancing in his eyes. He calmly cocked and fired his pistols, one after the other. Gifted with perfect coordination and eyesight, he could fire equally well with either hand. His twin buckers blazed leaden death, blazing black smoke and redflame. Every ball found its target. The pistoleros fell like marionettes with cut strings.
The Texans were left amid the trailing gray smoke, the acrid bite of burnt gunpowder bitter in their mouths, the only living men in the bolson.
Heck looked over the pistoleros' bullet-riddled bodies to make sure they were dead, holstered his pistols, and said, "Whoo-eee. That's about as purty a shooting scrape as I ever saw, I tell y'all that, for sure. Did you ever see such a sweet road agent spin as the one I did?"