A big gun! The bullet must have hit your dad low down, aboot the middle.

He acted thet way, sinkin' to his knees.

An' he was wild in shootin'-- so wild thet he must hev missed.

Then he wabbled--an' Jorth run in a dozen steps, shootin' fast, till your dad fell over....

Jorth run closer, bent over him, an' then straightened up with an Apache yell, if I ever heerd one....