Caldwell 92 New Army Swift
CALDWELL 92 NEW ARMY SWIFT (See also, CALDWELL PAX, REVOLVERS) The Caldwell 92 New Army Swift is a peripheral attachment to the reliable pistol. The innovative, counterclockwise rotating cylinder has been further enhanced by using a speed loader to insert all six bullets at once. Though not an official modification adopted by the US military or police forces, it is an invaluable tool in fast-paced combat.
_Journal of Candice Rouille
Handwritten, leather-bound, 4" "x 6"
April 8,1895
I'm at a bit of a loss. New York has finally requested my return, and I'm to report back within the week. Jack says to ignore the message, that they won't waste manpower tracking either of us down, but we left very different lives in New York, lives that I can't help but miss, even if just a little. What could be so important that they'd call for me?
After the last six months, a proper homecoming could grant me the retribution I so crave. I have exceeded every estimation, disproven every mockery. I still carry the cross of my spite. Yet now I also carry an oath of secrecy in the name of the Hunt. It was sworn with a mind towards betrayal, though, and they are a pack who would most definitely betray me for a pittance. In my heart, I doubt the crusade here remains a righteous one, nor do I see an end in sight
April 9,1895
Today's Hunt was lucrative, yielding more than enough to feast on the road to New York. But I am struck, once again, with doubt. Am I making the wrong choice? Perhaps it was seeing Hardin's smug face that made me second guess. I can only imagine it'd look even more smug once he hears I'm leaving. I had half a mind to load my Caldwell pistol to see if six quick bullets might wipe the grin away.
April 12, 1895
I have decided. Distance may have bred fondness for New York, but all that awaits me there are bastards I wish to humble. Here, I have a forever partner in battle and plenty more bastards to humble. Regardless, I have only one true reason to remain, and it is not gold or glory or companionship. In truth, I simply wish to stain my hands even darker with blood. A Good Friday indeed.
