You're kind of like the gunslinger who comes into town.

The gunslinger started as if he had been shot at.

Now, I hold my hands in position to land a shot, like a gunslinger.

He had to open the door and let the gunslinger in.

His eyes were still open, but now they seemed to look through the gunslinger, beyond him.

So far as the gunslinger could see, time was something they had a lot of.

The boy was very good in the dark, better than the gunslinger himself.

The gunslinger got to his feet and turned to the others.

As the gunslinger himself would probably point out, the world has moved on.

We also get to see a very personal side to the Gunslinger as a husband and father of two.

He is a former gunslinger who has set upon a different path.

The gunslinger could have taken it from him easily but did not.

He came to realize how right the gunslinger was almost at once.

The gunslinger looked at him for a long time and then nodded.

Think how small such a concept of things makes us, gunslinger!

If that was true of the gunslinger as well, they'd probably die here.

The gunslinger showed no interest in the cars at all.

For a moment it was almost impossible to look at the gunslinger.

"Then eventually what has moved on might return again," the gunslinger said.

When the sun was fully up, the gunslinger moved on west.

He knew from personal experience that the gunslinger really was good at helping people remember.

Or at least, the sort of hands she imagined a gunslinger would have.

The gunslinger saw all of this in a mere moment.

The gunslinger turned his eyes up to the faces in the leaves.

"Because the man in black has drawn you here," the gunslinger said.

He had never wanted to be known as a gunfighter.

I wanted to be the best gunfighter in the world.

But you're not to call me by my gunfighter name.

As any gunfighter knows: make the first shot count, for you might not get another one.

Then he went to the aid of the golden gunfighter.

Suddenly, she knew that gunfighter or not, his mother would have been proud.

Although modern historians have called him a gunfighter, others say he was not.

Ted was walking down the hall toward him like a gunfighter.

Oddly enough, thinking back, I can't remember many gunfighters who were.

A fresh one who had yet to learn that it needs more than a gun to make a gunfighter.

The first player to hit the other gunfighter ten times wins.

Even blame him for being the famous gunfighter the bad guys have to come to town to fight.

The object of the game is to shoot the other player's gunfighter.

In other cases, certain gunfighters were possibly confused, over time, for being someone else with a similar name.

Me, I'd seen a few gunfighters, and they wore their guns every which way.

Dish was no gunfighter, but some things could not be borne.

They faced each other like gunfighters, separated by no more than ten feet.

Very few gunfighters wanted to be known as such.

He did not even want to be a gunfighter.

He was one of the many men, referred to in my stories, that the gunfighters left alone, if they were smart.

"I wonder- why is it that most gunfighters are gentlemen?"

I told you, being a gunfighter was a profitable line of work."

"Those who know this man Bell says he's a gunfighter.

There was something about gunfighters, one always knew another.

The complex is new, but the gunfighters are old.