If he's accurate with clothes, Spur, like all these guys, is obsessed with authentic guns. Single Action Shooting Society (SASS) rules stipulate single-action revolvers typical of the Old West, revolver-caliber lever-action rifles, and 19th centuryÂ¿Â¿Â¿style shotguns. He is packing two Taylor's .38 special Smoke Wagon revolvers, which are modeled after Samuel Colt's second-generation Model 73. His .38-caliber repro 1866 lever-action Winchester "Yellowboy" rifle, also by Taylor's, has the details right, too, from the shiny brass receiver to the short, 20-inch octagonal barrel. And the stubby, double-barreled Ithaca SKB 12-gauge, which is no longer made, projects a certain brute utility typical of the "stagecoach guns" of the day (whence the term riding shotgun comes). These guns may look like the old ones, down to the uneven streaks of color in their case-hardened frames, but peek under the hood and you'll find the best of 21st-century technology. The revolvers, for instance, come from the factory highly slicked up: custom tuned, with low-profile hammers, wider sights for quicker target acquisition, triggers set at precisely 3 pounds, and slightly slimmed-down handles for better control, with all metal-to-metal parts polished to a mirror finish. Some of the tolerances are measured in fctions of a thousandth of an inch. When Spur breaks open one of his pistols to load, the cylinder ticks with the precision of a Rolex. Eat your heart out, Wyatt Earp. [pagebreak] When Hickok stepped out in the night air to confront the crowd, he encountered the gambler. Coe, pistol in hand, claimed to have fired at a stray dog, for which the town paid a 50-cent bounty. Suddenly producing a second pistol, he fired twice at Wild Bill, one round passing through Hickok's coat and the other raising dirt between the marshal's boots. (This was nearly a century before Miranda rights gummed up the legal system.) Hickok simply reacted, drawing two Colt Navy revolvers (much esteemed on land and sea for a rapid rate of fire and light recoil) and fatally shot Coe in the stomach. Then Hickok sensed another man emerging from the shadows. He turned and fired again, this time killing Michael Williams, a friend coming to help. After carrying his dead compadre's body back into the saloon and laying him on a billiard table, Wild Bill headed back outside and warned everyone present to leave town. Within an hour, the streets of Abilene were deserted.