*a loud crash from outside, three gunshots, three death-cries, and in walks MW, reloading his walker colt*
Big black crows in shell jackets, all of 'em! tryin' to take me in, who do they think they are...
Evenin', Ladies an' Gents\
*leans over the bar, grabs a bottle of shandy from underneath, and pours into a glass from the washbasin.*
*turns around, walks over to a dark table in a dark corner, and sips his shandy.*
Walkers are soooo big. I prefer the 1851 navy, they are of a decent size, pack a punch, and you don't get the loading lever stuck on your belt. And they can come with a brass grip frame.