Thomas Williams
There is only one man who can shoot like that. Slade Millette, from Laredo.
He looks like just another guy blending in with the town population, unsuspecting, quiet, going about his business, who doesn't go to the Saloon. Because his Father told him nothing good comes from a barroom son. So he avoids them.
People didn't know about his shooting skill until it to late - getting into a gunfight thinking he's not Sh**.
His father was a History buff, reading literature and poems, with an even temperament, having a closer relationship with Slade, his second son. Talking about prize-fighting sports and knowledge. Seeing how his son, Slade, was getting around in school, fighting back but coming out worse than the other guy. Slade's Father had a friend, an old gun-slinger from back when fighting Indians and other gunmen. Retired on a nearby farm next to theirs.
Ran sent Slade over to his friend's place to learn how to handle a gun in the right way. No one knew Slade was a natural at doing that and became remarkably good.
Slade could draw faster than your eye could see, putting the bullet between your eyes. A fantastic show of shooting ability.
While Slade and his father were in the town bank, a guy told the bank teller, "To give him all the money, this is a robbery."
Slade spoke up, saying put that gun away, mister, or you'll die before you pull the trigger.
Slade wore a Colt Model 1851 Navy Revolver, and the robber was pointing his gun at the teller, thinking this guy was bluffing and not looking intimidating at all.
The Rober moved his gun towards Slade when Slade broke his holster, shooting the guy right between the eyes, who did not realize he had just been killed, falling to the floor.
The people inside the bank, along with Slade's Father, were silent in shock over what they had just witnessed, vowing to keep this young man's shooting ability a town secret, swearing to not tell strangers.
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