 And a second later, there came the familiar boom of a Sharp's .50. And I dropped behind the range and waited. And then Chester rode up. Did you find him, Mr. Dillon? Yeah. I thought I'd better come along. You see... Toby's dead. Is that it? Yes, sir. All right. Well, Gatlow's down there in the middle of the holler, but we can't get anywhere near him as long as he's got that Sharp's rifle.