<p>All his life, Steve Rennevant would remember that night in Cheyenne when he killed two men in less than a minute. The crowded saloon, the uproar at the poker table, then a gambler's derringer blasting the player down. The next few seconds were forever etched in the young marshal's memory. The fleeting glimpse of an up-tilting gun . . . Modesto's life-saving shout, his own automatic blur-swift reflex. He had drawn and fired fast -- faster than ever before.</p>
