The barrel of his gun kept dipping, directed from the chest of the man before him down to his waist. He'd raise it again and swallow, blink, and the whole scene would repeat itself.
He looked at the gun pointed in his direction. It did not waiver. The man before him did not swallow hard, did not blink.
Verne knew he was outmatched and that this could only end one of two ways.
He fired, and this time, when the barrel of his gun dipped, he fired again, and again.