Eljay grinned as he stroked the grip of his pistol. "My friend, this here 'shootin' iron' is called 'Prairie Mercy.'" He spun the cylinder and turned the gun around, presenting it to the local.
"You have five shots. Make them count, cause then I'll take my turn."
Edit: This represents my only published work, a magic item in Gurps Magic Items 3....
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
"You have five shots. Make them count, cause then I'll take my turn."
Edit: This represents my only published work, a magic item in Gurps Magic Items 3....
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll