Walking into the gun shop I looked around, quirking an eyebrow as I took in the sight. I ignored the looks that the guy behind the counter gave me as I looked at the guns in their cases. I ran my hand over one, as I crouched, looking at one in particular. It was a beautiful looking revolver, and I couldn't help but want to shoot it. That was the thing about a weapon. Some people were into knives, others were into swords, while others still were into guns. It's something that's just instinctual, and as I crouched there, staring at the revolver I understood why they were the way they were. When you saw it you just kind of knew.
"Hey man let me get this one and a box of ammo to shoot." I said, indicating the long barreled revolver.
Automatics were fun, they were fast, and accurate. But they didn't quite have the stopping power that revolvers did. They were both built with specific specs, but for whatever reason, revolvers seemed to be of higher caliber when it came to ammo. And most were often crated to look both beautiful and be practical all at once. But that's how it was, and when he handed it to me I must have looked like a little kid on Christmas morning.
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