"If you want to become a gunman, you better get yourself cleaned up" Bullseye said to Ryan and walked out of the saloon and into the motel. He stopped at his rooms door and walked inside. He locked the door, walked to a bag near the window and opened it, taking an unassembled Winchester rifle from it. He assembled the rifle in a few minutes, just in time to see a group of men riding into the town. He hurried and loaded the rifle and put a scope on top of it. He fired once... Twice...
On both times a man fell from his horse. There was now only one man left, stopping his horse and drawing his pistol. Tepe fired again. When the man fell, long hair flew from under the stetson and the long coat opened, revealing a woman. Tepe hurried and unassembled the winchester, putting the pieces into the bag and walking out of the room and down the corridor to a window in the end of the hallway. He opened the window and jumped down, landing on his horse just as the sheriff and some other men rushed to the upper end of the stairs. He kicked the horse on the sides and fled
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan