He blocked my path, ordering me to halt and flourishing his pistols. On
I came straight at him, and would surely have run him down, had he not
sprung aside, blazing right and left at me as I went by. I knew he would
do this, and ducked to the off-side of my horse, but not quickly enough,
for a burning pain told me where his first bullet had plowed across my scalp.
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