Again, again, Joe missed, and then flung up his arm toward the flying danger.
But Black Bart shot from the ground to make his kill.

He could bring down the strongest bull in the herd.

What was the arm of a man to him?
His snake-like head shot through that futile guard; his teeth cut off the screams of Ronicky Joe.

Down they went.

The gun flew from the hand of Ronicky; for an instant he struggled with hands and writhing legs, and then the murderous teeth of Bart sank deeper, found the life.