You know old Charlie Walser's got that place out east of Sanderson? Well, you know how they used to slaughter beeves, hit 'em with a maul right there, truss 'em up and slit their throats? Well here ol Charlie has one trussed up, all set to drain him and the beef comes to, starts thrashing around, six hundred pounds of very pissed-off livestock if you'll excuse the...Well, Charlie grabs his gun there to shoot the damn thing in the head but what with the swingin' and thrashin' it's a glance-shot and ricochets around and comes back hits Charlie in the shoulder. You go see Charlie, he still can't pick up with his right hand for his hat... Point bein', even in the contest between man and steer the issue is not certain.