Synopsis
“Crack!” went Broncho Billie’s revolver and the silver dollar which had been tossed into the air as a target went spinning into the yellow waters of the Rio Grande as a result of Billie’s unerring aim. “Not a bad shot, Ad,” remarked Billie with a laugh as he ejected the shell from the cylinder and shoved a fresh cartridge into the empty chamber of the revolver. “I don’t miss ’em very often now, and this time the river is a dollar in.” “Yes,” replied Adrian, a bit crestfallen, “and I’m a dollar out.” “Didn’t think I’d hit it, eh?” and Billie’s round face broadened till it looked like a full moon. “Well, I didn’t know but you might, but I hadn’t stopped to think what would happen to the dollar if you did. The river didn’t look so near.” Billie chuckled to himself good-naturedly as he returned his six-shooter to its holster, while Adrian continued: “I’ll make a better guess at distances before I try it again. I can’t afford to be losing dollars like that.”
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