You draw your gun and take aim at Slim's head without saying a word. His wife shrieks, "No!" as you aim, and Rattlesnake Slim moves just enough that your bullet only grazes his ear. He drops to the ground, out of sight behind a counter, and you move in to finish him. You're about to round the corner on him, when you see a bright flash of light accompanied by a sonorous clang; that fragile pregnant wife has hit you in the head with a cast iron skillet. If that blow didn't kill you, Slim does while you're unconscious; either way, you never wake up from that.