Reilly's Luck (1970)
“Just west of Fort Griffin. He was a hired gunhand with a cattle outfit." Hickok's eyes met Val's in the mirror. "And you said your ranch was down that way?" "I killed him, sir. He brought it to me." "Good boy. Anybody who would dry-gulch Will had it coming." He straightened his tie. "Will told me you were one of the best shots he had ever seen, and the fastest." "He liked me, sir. I think he exaggerated." "Not to me. Will never exaggerated on a thing like that in his life." Hickok dipped a washcloth in cold water and held it to his eyes. "Makes them feel better," he commented. "Too many nights sitting over a card table, I guess. I am better off when I'm on the hunt." Val got up. "I've got to go, sir." He paused. "Thank you very much. I'll pay you back one of these days." "And I may need it. Luck to you, boy. If you come out around Cheyenne or the Black Hills country, look me up." When Val was out in the street, the weight of the gun in his waistband felt good. Along the river front it... was cold and foggy.MoreLess
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