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Corrigan shouted, “I got you now, you bastard!”, as his index finger began to pull back the trigger, but then stopped when a loud crack sounded behind him and a .44 pounded into the middle of his back at the same moment, knocking him forward and jerking his finger against the trigger, sending the shot high into the air. He never knew where the shot came from and would never have a chance to ask as he slumped back over his horse’s neck, then slid off to the side and tumbled to the ground. Conn had seen the distant muzzle flare and knew whose Winchester had created it, in awe of Sam’s ability yet again. He slowly rose to his feet, holstered his Colt, then picked up his damaged Winchester and began to limp to the last shooter, the one who had almost killed him. He was reasonably sure it was Steve Corrigan after hearing the shouted threat but wanted to be sure. But before he reached the dead shooter, Sam trotted up close on the black mare and asked anxiously, “Are you all right, Conn?” “Only because you arrived when you did, Sam. He had me in his sights. I was a dead man.” Sam dismounted in her usual
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C.J. Petit (Conn Jackson)