I felt my heart falter as I heard the small explosion contained within the barrel of his gun. The steely glare he shot me gave me a shock that even the worst convict shouldn't have to endure. A wide, cow-hide hat partially obscured the man's dry,weathered face. His brow was furrowed, two dark pussy-willows smashed together in concentration. Rough, tanned hands caressed the silvery smoothness of the gun in his hand,and I took a step back in fear.