Martini-Henry IC1 Marksman

MARTINI-HENRY IC1 MARKSMAN. (See also, MARTINI-HENRY CARBINE, SCOPES) The Martini-Henry IC1, when utilized as a Sharpshooters rifle, had a reasonable performance. The usage of a more powerful telescopic sight allowed cavalry or artillery regiments to use it proficiently in a support capacity.

Recollections of Nadia Orville
Handwritten journal, 8 x 10 in.
5/5

There're stories like that you don't forget. Stories you do. I don't know yet what's important and what's not. Every word I commit to the page means another slips my grasp. I recount what I can, direct as I can. So that before the night is over, any indication of the dawn's arrival is not lost to us. The dawn Isaac never believed in.

We'd been promised a crate of dependable rifles. We returned with just two, a severely injured Bill, and the knowledge of the loss of an ally. Our flatboat was long gone, and the lugger left torched in an inlet. Its hulk would rot.

The next move would be against Trevors. But we were unsure how to proceed. Was the smuggler working for someone else? Or had he moved straight up, establishing himself as a new force to be reckoned with? Who could be trusted? And who was moving against who?

He knew two associates of the Gunrunner were taking a shipment in that night. Isaac decided to move rashly. He ignored my pleas for sanity. A widow's upper story served as his perch. I held her at gunpoint. She was stoic, told me she'd seen worse in the war.

Was it for Bill's right arm that we retaliated? The associates bodies fell among the cadavers. Isaac had purposely used the Martini-Henrys, with marksmen's sights. Trevors would find out, eventually. He'd recognized the cartridges used. Knew it was us. That the assassin had failed.

In the furor of the night, the dogs barking at the two shots that had broken the quiet, we stole out of the city. I hoped against all hope that a war hadn't started over a crate of guns. Or Bill's arm. That it wouldn't stop the gloaming from beginning.