If I turn around, there will have to be a re-take, he says; and you won't like that, Gil, not after you've heard a bullet zip past your ear so close that it will fan your hair.

Are--aren't you afraid of me, Gil ?" "Afraid of you ?" Gil's horse swung closer, and Gil's eyes threatened the opening of a tacitly forbidden subject.
"Because if you get nervous and move the least little bit-- To make it look real, as Bobby described the scene to me, I've got to shoot the instant you stop to gather yourself for a spring at me.

It's that lightning-draw business I have to do, Gil.

I'm to stand three quarters to the camera, with my face turned away, watching you.

You keep coming, and you stop just an instant when you're almost within reach of me.