The Crucible Campaign

12: Unsung Heroes

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— Cassidy —

The bullet whipped towards my ear, flawlessly missing my face, and I leaned out of the way almost in slow motion, feeling it still graze my ear.

"DAMMIT SAMUEL!!!" Sandy growled.

He blinked at her, and hummed. "What?" He asked loudly.

"I SAID DAMMIT SAMUEL!!! I BROUGHT YOU A CUSTOMER, AND YOU SHOT HER EAR!!!" Sandy yelled.

He blinked again, squinting. "Well there ain't no need to shout, little lady, I was just bein' right cautious... some of dem bogies mighta been at the door!"

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Samuel, this is-"

"Cassidy, Cassidy Skøll!!! Holy hell are you really Sam Colt?!? Sir, I've been a fan of your work since I was a little girl, I learned how to shoot skeet with your English Carbine, and the 1838 Six-shooter was a piece of art, sir, even all these years later no one can top that hexagonal barrel and drop-down trigger!" I shoot his hand happily, giggling with glee.

He blinked at me, humming. "See now, Sandy, you has finally brung me someone with sense. No, little miss, that Sam Colt was my grandfather, god rest his soul, And so I am Samuel Colt the Third, at your service! And I can tell these hands ain't never touched that trash that Smith and Wesson has been hawkin' fer so long, so you're welcome here in this place... now, darlin', tell me, what did you think of the '11?" He asked, laying a hand on my shoulder and leading me into the workshop.

"The 1911? It's still the military's #1 sidearm, sir, every single branch! Even the Police are starting to use them, instead of the .38's they used to have." I nodded, grinning like a fool.

I officially loved this realm. Fuck Earth, I got to meet SAMUEL FUCKIN' COLT!!! Well, his grandson. But still!!!

He nodded. "Is that so? Good, kick those bastards over at S&W to the gutter... and how's my family's company doin', then? I haven't been able to have anyone in this godforsaken country send word home, or I'd already have been on one of those fancy Motor Vehicles out west again! And to think, they don't have any Horses? God, they are savages!"

I laughed. "I know, isn't it a shame? I raised Horses and Bulls for Auction, back home in Texas, and the lack here is a damn shame, but I suppose that just means it's free game to start domesticatin' them!"

He scratched his beard slowly. "Well I'll be damned... you're right! Call me a hoot, why didn't I think of that? Anyhows, is that ear of yours alright? My eyes ain't what they used to be, seems like I missed entirely." He hummed.

"No, I leaned out of the way. Would've given me a whole new piercing, if it had hit square!" I laughed.

He nodded. "I thought I saw you move, quicker than a bat's whistle! That's some mighty-fine reflexes, ma'am! Color me impressed! Now what can I do for you this fine day, little miss Goldilocks?" He smiled charmingly.

I laughed. "You're cute, Sammy, and I am happy to meet a Colt, but I'm a Honeybee, my dear, give up now."

He blinked. "Really? My apologies, ma'am, I didn't mean to impose!"

"It's all right, Mr. Colt, I don't mind a little flirtation from a handsome gentleman in good fun! Now, as for why I am here, Mr. Colt, it is that I am goin' out into the frontier, startin' tomorrow, me and my sister and a few other people, including Sandy there, and we're gonna hunt some Big Game. The type that hunts you back, you know?" I hummed.