Another look at the hard face, now tense and dark with blood, confirmed Duane's suspicion that the outlaw was not aiming at the bucket at all.

Duane leaped and struck the leveled gun out of his hand.

Another outlaw picked it up.
Black fell back astounded.

Deprived of his weapon, he did not seem the same man, or else he was cowed by Duane's significant and formidable front.

Sullenly he turned away without even asking for his gun..