My mother, raised also in New Mexico (her grandad was the murdered sheriff) was in downtown on a shopping trip with her mother when she was just a girl. Two cowboys burst out of a nearby saloon and unlimbered revolvers at each other from about 20 feet...Mom took cover on the running board of a Model T Ford. The two guys emptied their weapons with no hits, looked at each other, laughed, went back to the saloon to drink some more. Another western gunfight for the records!