When I was in my teens we had a 6 foot 2 or 3 inch bully that wemt from bar to bar. He loved to pick on folks and could back it up.

He had one litfle fella scared to death. If the little gent was in a bar the bully would rough him up.

one night the bully grabbed the little guy and lifted him by the shirt.

Everyone heard multiple shots ring out. The bully dropped the little guy ran to his truck and drove to the ER.

The little 25 auto held 6 or 7 rounds. All stopped in his abdominal muscles. No charges against the little guy, defense.

The bully turned over a new leaf. Quit running bars, started horse trading. We knew him well. My bro and I would break and train his green ones so they would sell.

Pretty neat ride our horses across 3 farms, swim the river go his farm and get to ride every horse he bought.