Western

PIM, PEM, PUM; then the bullets would run out and it came down to close combat, a furious struggle in the dust until the fight ended: the two would stop, and you couldn't tell who had killed whom, their eyes wide open. But for a moment, you see in the eyes of the dying a glimmer of something, like a plea, as if for an instant hatred fades away and an immense human need for affection resurfaces. There you go, for something so trivial, I get very moved and turn off the TV.