°○♤ { one fist of iron, the other of steel (and if the right one don't get ya then the left one will) } ♤○°

Coyote wasn't afraid of anyone, no man could shake him, not Sureshot's boy. The man had raised him with an iron fist, taught him the rules of the West, and put a six gun in his hand as soon as possible. No one was a better shot than Sureshot, no one but Coyote anyway.