Nagant M1895 Officer Brawler

NAGANT M1895 OFFICER BRAWLER (See also, M1895 OFFICER) The unorthodox Nagant M1895 Officer Brawler modification is essentially a knuckleduster welded onto the pistol grip, serving as a hand guard and enabling the pistol to be used extremely effectively in close combat. Should the owner of the pistol find themselves in a position in which firing a shot is no longer a viable strategy, then the knuckledusters serves to effectively concentrate the force of a punch. While unwieldy, the weight of the Nagant itself would magnify the power of the attack, as well as spreading the received pressure of the blow throughout the whole hand.

Letter to Frank Chambers
Author: Russell "Snakeskin "Chambers
Single loose sheet, 8.5 x 11 in.
8/9

Pa,

Last week, we lost Walcott and Foal, horribly, something called the Assassin ripped them apart. After seeing that, the Bear blacked out. Hardin and I dragged him out. Since, Hardin's been shut up in his office. Whatever this thing is we're fighting, it's fighting back. The hunters are at each other's throats. And there's more money than ever. I thought I had a handle on this, but it's gone.

The Bear hasn't been the same since his wound. Most nights, he stays out, staring up at the moon, even when the clouds are thick. Mad. Thought about handing him over to Finch, there's not the same bad blood between us as there was with Huff. He don't fight no more, he don't talk no more.

Yesterday, I took his knuckles from him, to try and provoke any response. His prize knuckles. He'd told us, when he'd left his home, he'd stolen a brass crucifix from the church and traded it to a ship's captain, a very religious man, for passage. When they docked in America, he'd stolen it back. The captain came after him, and the Bear beat him to death with it. Since, he melted it down to a pair of knuckles and they'd been with him ever since. That was ten years ago. But he just kept staring out at the moon. Hardin saw them later, said the Bear would have those back.

When I went to buy ammunition, Trevors suggested fixing them to the handle of the Nagant. I agreed, and we welded on the dusters.

When I got back, I showed the Bear by slugging him in the face, while he stared gormlessly at the moon. Lying in the mud, I stood over him and showed him his prized weapon, ruined. He stared through me, up, to the moon.

Enclosed is twenty dollars.

Russell