Springfield 1866 Bayonet
SPRINGFIELD 1866 BAYONET (See also, RIFLES) A breech-loading rifle bearing an extractor and .50-70 caliber centerfire cartridge, the Springfield 1866 became a truly well-rounded weapon with the addition of a bayonet. Combining the rifle s rate of fire with a close-quarters bayonet allowed the Springfield to paint a bloody swathe through the continent's history.
Letter, final page, though preceding pages are unaccounted for
Letter found in the possession of -REDACTED-
Undated
The number of folk willing to discuss the matter is dwindling, which means extra care needs to be taken in studying this account.
It also means my rates are doubled.
Gentleman, lover, and warriors how Billy introduced himself, before delaying his story to ask a passing escort if she'd like to pay him for sex. She moved on and tried to make as little eye contact as possible.
Tried to recruit me so they did, after the incident with the horse. I was sitting right at that table over yonder, and they walked in that very door. Place went dead quiet, 'cept for me and the lady nibblin' my ear. I'm usually very attentive you understand, but that dame had a way with words! His uproarious laughter was not shared. No, first thing I noticed was two Springfield rifles in me face: one shortened with a gnarled knife affixed, another with a full blood-rusted bayonet.
That detail struck me, as it matched other stories I'd accrued. Perhaps this buffoon spoke with some credibility after all
So I orders another drink, as is my right, and I size 'em up. For all the tales, they're not much to look at. A charismatic chuckle wormed its way from his mouth, but I'd heard many a story, and I've heard this man's true laugh just before. That chuckle was haunted
They tell me I can either come with them dead or alive and...well, as you can see, I didn't go dead. Matter of fact, someone hands me my fresh drink. I finally broke their eye contact so I can hoist that beauty to me lips. I swig the drink in one gulp and draw my pistol quicker than they can see, then fire it quicker than they can react.
He wove a striking story, but it was once again interrupted by an attempt to seduce another working lady. She elbowed him with a movement perfectly honed to look like an accident, and it was too late in the night for him to notice anyway. I'd thought it was difficult to witness Thomas be made a blubbering mess by his memory of the brothers, but it turned my stomach thrice as much to watch Billy weave a relaxed, practiced tale just to hide that same, ruinous terror.
