The South had Jesse Buxton, but the North had Brewster Daggit. They were both legends up and down the Gray and Blue lines. No man wanted to meet either in battle. Most said that they should just drag up, go home, and let the two of them shoot it out; winner takes all.
It was generally agreed that the Southern boy was lightening fast and deadly accurate. Up against the likes of Brewster, he might draw first blood; just maybe. But to a man, everyone understood it would be suicide to try. No one, but no, one rankled Old Bud.