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"Who's afraid of his guns?" shouted McFarlane. "He daren't shoot in a square fight!"
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Who's afraid of his guns?" shouted McFarlane. "He daren't shoot in a square fight!"
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Colts 45
Oil on canvas
1912
34 × 25 in. (86.4 × 63.5 cm)
SUPP2000.644
Private collection
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ca. 1918
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1912
"Ah say, bredren, who's agwine abo'd de ship wid all dem angles? Is you, brudder?"
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1919
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
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1925
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for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
Prince Leo Presents Rogero to Charlemagne
"Behold," Leo said, "The champion who maintained from dawn to setting sun the arduous contest; he comes to claim the guerdon of the fight"
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1924
For three months he worked as an axeman . . . his only companion a dour Scotchman who never spoke.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Without a word he began to shoot.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Robin Wrestles Will Stuteley at Gamewell
"Catch him by the middle," he shouted. "Now you have him, lording, fairly. Throw him prettily!" And sure enough Stuteley came down.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"Don't mind me, fellows! Keep right on!" he shouted.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
"At the same time Hahn pulled his gun and shot him through the middle"
N.C. Wyeth
1906
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
N.C. Wyeth
1921