" Get him in leg irons and transport him to the hospital,” Grier told him curtly.
“I need a doctor,” Clark raged. “I’m shot. My hand’s
bleeding!”
Grier stared at him. “If you make a move I don’t like,
you’ll need a mortician,” he said with pure malice, and
abruptly spun the Colt with a professional skill that made
Clark back up a step. "

― Diana Palmer , Lawless (Long, Tall Texans #23)