When It Sings

In the gun shop at lunch, and knowing my weaknesses, the guybehindthecounter hands me a 4″ Ruger GP-100. Heh.

The truck goes in the shop tomorrow, and that’s never cheap. I don’t have 6 pictures of Mr. Franklin to let go of right now. Still, it sang the song. It is the Precious…

Need to spend more time shooting the guns I already own. Yup, that’s what I’m telling myself. Grumble, grumble, harumph.

“But honey, I swear when I picked it up, it glowed!”


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