He always gets his man.

I've seen more'n one fellow try to put something over on Lacy, but it never worked in the end.
He's hell on the trigger, an' the next time he and Bill come together, Westcott's bound to get his.

Ain't that the truth, Joe ?" Sikes nodded his head, a gleam of appreciation in his eyes.
"I'd like fer to see the scrap," he said slowly.

"They tell me Westcott ain't so slow on the draw--but Bill will get him!" The sun rose a red ball of fire, colouring the ridges of sand, and painting the grotesque rocks with crimson streamers.

As it ascended higher into the pale blue of the sky the heat-waves began to sweep across the sandy waste.