Confessions of a Gunfighter
“The shack was small but comfortable, and there was just enough room. The next morning after breakfast Kinrich took me out and gave me a shooting lesson. He showed me how to tie my holster to my leg and also to hang it low, so I could draw faster. “All right, Button; let’s see you shoot,” Kinrich said as he stepped back. “See if you can hit that pine cone over there.”
He was pointing at a pine cone some fifty yards away. I drew my Colt and took a deep breath, and then I took a long, carefu...l aim like I always did.
I let out my breath and squeezed the trigger. The pistol bucked in my hand, and the pine cone exploded.
“Not bad, not bad,” Kinrich walked up beside me. “You can shoot, that’s for sure. But what you’ve got to learn is to be smooth, like this.”
Soon as he said it his hand flashed, and his first shot sent a pine cone flying upwards into the air. It landed, and a split second later Kinrich shot again.MoreLess
He was pointing at a pine cone some fifty yards away. I drew my Colt and took a deep breath, and then I took a long, carefu...l aim like I always did.
I let out my breath and squeezed the trigger. The pistol bucked in my hand, and the pine cone exploded.
“Not bad, not bad,” Kinrich walked up beside me. “You can shoot, that’s for sure. But what you’ve got to learn is to be smooth, like this.”
Soon as he said it his hand flashed, and his first shot sent a pine cone flying upwards into the air. It landed, and a split second later Kinrich shot again.MoreLess
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