They say you should never kick
a sleeping dog.
Harry Morgan shouted out to the stranger as he left the saloon,
"Hey pal! I heard you
was FAST!?" Harry should have left well enough alone, for the
stranger was the fastest man alive, Dan Silvers from Abilene. He
didn't know that Dan and Wild Bill played cards deep into
the night. He did not know they woke each and every morning to
load, and fire, and reload again and again, all to sharpen their
skill with the pistol well beyond proficiency. He would learn.
He would learn that the stranger did not need to see Henry's
pistol pull but only needed to hear as he had countless times
before, the sound of leather and iron in a hurry to meet
disaster. That day, Henry kicked the wrong dog.