"Slim," you call from the hallway. He turns, recognizing your voice and training a gun on you as he pivots. "I came here to kill you." The pregant wife gasps in fright.
"Get the hell our of my house, you bastard," he hisses like a rattlesnake.
"I Coulda. I coulda killed you and your woman and your baby. I coulda wiped out your family." Slim cocks his gun, but you're taking a chance; yours is still holstered. "This is over now, Rattlesnake Slim," you tell him, "you're gonna be sure you never see me again and I'm fixin' to do the same for you." Finally, Slim lowers his gun, but he doesn't have anything to add to the conversation. You don't have anything else to say, either, so you turn and walk away. As you're leaving, Slim shoots you in the back four times.