Guns had advanced far from their beginnings, but god did they suck— a single bullet wasn't guaranteed to kill, nor hit.

Robert had a good hand though, and by god it scared you with how close his bullets were to both you and your horse.

Your dumbass riding partner had shot first, and now you were left to fend for yourself with a revolver— the other man had a rifle.

He seemed as scared as you, but it didn't seem like he was going to stop till he was either out of powder or bullets.