Ride a tall horse

"He was only eighteen and not quite a deputy, but Jason's lawman instinct alerted him to the sound of gunfire ripping the early morning calm. Up the street, a stranger, with a revolver in one hand and a gunnysack filled with stolen cash in the other, ran out from Satterfield's general store, a murderous look in his eye. Dropping down on the boardwalk, Jason drew his .36 Colt and fired at the retreating desperado, who continued his wild dash out o...