colt 1911

"Okay," Murphy said. "Getting out of here is good."
"I bet the bad guys are counting on that, trying to flush us out into a dark alley. You carrying?"
Murphy was already drawing her gun from under her jacket, a well-used military-issue Colt 1911. "Are you kidding?"
I noticed that her hands were shaking. "New gun?"
"Old reliable," she said. "You told me magic can jam a flaky gun."
“Revolver would be even better."
"Why don't I just throw rocks and sharp sticks while I'm at it, Tex?"


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