The thought, 'oh shit,' went through Mitch's head as well as the realization that perhaps he had gone too far. That burning leather scent was becoming all too familiar now, and that thought wasn't comforting at all.
It was only because Sal took time to aim and speak did Mitch's reflexes force the redhead to jump away in time, and only barely. He didn't even have a second to observe the hole where the bullet had inbedded itself in the ground. Instead, Mitch launched a kick towards Sal's arm and hoped that it connected to make the gun fly or to just stun the gunslinger.