My reputation is notable; my name legendary. I’m the gun that won the West and recently won over the heart of a 21st-century girl. Designed in 1894, built in 1941, I have seen many places and have traveled great distances. I’ve fought in wars, protected my owners’ land and provided meat for hungry families. Carried by cowboys, farmers and hunters alike, there wasn’t a scabbard that would reject me in sight. Everyone knew I was no sprat and they sprang at the chance to claim me. I am lightly built, short barreled and I can carry up to seven rounds of ammunition. I am fast and accurate as can be, which has been proven throughout my years of shooting, and yet little did this 21st-century girl know how precise I can be.
I remember her being apprehensive about me with my open sights. However, confident in my build, I knew my buckhorn sights were true and that she was going to be in for a surprise. The 150-grain bullets she loaded into my barreled magazine printed a tight grouping at the range. This 21st-century girl no longer had doubts about me. I passed her test. I was going hunting.
After waiting a couple of weeks in the gun cabinet, my time finally came. I was placed in a travel case and we were off to the Lone Star state, a most familiar place for me. We were bound to the hill country of central Texas. Upon arriving there I noticed a change in the climate conditions. Rather than the Florida humidity and heat, it was a dry and cold air that surrounded us. The 21st-century girl was alarmed this might affect me; however, I wasn’t concerned one bit. My lever action and hammer have seen the worst of weather conditions; this slight temperature change was no challenge for me. To be sure though, she shot a couple of rounds off at a target, which proved to her again that I am the best of the best.
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