

          Now, standing next to Larry at the bar was Crooked Curt. Curt was 
     one of a band of rustlers and thieves that had been terrorizing our 
     town, led by a ferocious outlaw named Evil-Eye McNeevil. 
          Curt was wearing the usual outlaw scowl. Larry turned to him and 
     smiled. "Mighty big frown you got there, Mister," he said. 
          "What's it to you? growled Curt. 
          "Well," said Larry, "maybe I could help remove it." 
          "I'd like to see you try!" said Curt. 
          The rest of us got out of the way, real fast. The bartender 
     ducked behind the bar. Larry and Curt moved about ten paces from each 
     other, hands at the ready. Larry was still smiling. 
          Curt moved first. But he only just cleared his gun from its 
     holster before Larry aimed and fired. 
          There was no bang and no bullet. Just a little bolt of light that 
     hit Curt right in the heart. 
          Curt just stood there, his eyes wide with surprise. Then he 
     dropped his gun, and a huge grin spread over his face. He rushed up to 
     Larry and pumped his hand. 
          "I'm mighty glad to know you, stranger!" he shouted. "The drinks 
     are on me! Lemonade for everyone!" 

