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"Suuure do, Frank!" She said with a grin. She drew one from the dark leather holster, flipped it around to grasp it by the barrel, and held it out to him. "They're real nice. Someone back East made 'em, and sent them to Father. He didn't nonewhat like 'em, so he gave 'em down to me. Though I'm pretty sure it was just that I kept pestering him for some of my own. My oldest sibling said he got his first at ten!" She said, smirking. She would let him examine the gun to his heart's content. She then responded to his prattle about guns.

"Brittish six-shooters? Yeah, I heard 'bout those. That what's his name....Webster, Webing...something like that. If he can make it work, he'll have to make two extra for me. Though I'd rather have a side-cylinder, a top loader ain't bad." She scratched her chin. "A...lever shotgun? Shoot! That sound like a nasty witch right there! It's a pain to break those double barrels down!" She continued.

"But, anyhow.... Glad nothin's troublin' ya, Frank. It's good to have you around, and I know my Dad likes someone to chat with on his "days off". Nice to have you and a couple of other vets around town!"