Winfield M1873C Marksman
WINFIELD M1873C MARKSMAN. (See also, RIFLE, SHARPSHOOTER, WINFIELD M1873) The original Winfield M1873 was known for accuracy, long range, and quick fire, and the Winfield M1873C Marksman refines those capabilities with a lighter weight and the addition of a scope for more accurate ranged shots.
Serial published in the Tulane Phoenix
Author: Hayden Collins
Publication date: 1907
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The Supernatural Library Sunday Edition
FEATURING Lynch in THE STOLEN CORPSE
They were a sight: him bloody, wounded, and moaning; her, cloaked and mysterious; soon a crowd had gathered to find out what was to become of the unfortunate prisoner.
"Who is he?"one yelled from the crowd.
"Who are you?"yelled another.
She hesitated. Then, with a swift, graceful movement, she flung aside her muffling robe, cast off her hat, and stood before them, transformed.
She was fully five and a half feet tall, straight as an arrow, superbly powerful of development, and morosely, though pallidly handsome, with straight hair, white as sea foam, pulled back at the nape of her neck, and piercing black eyes.
She was dressed in dark-blue cloth, cut and made partly in the fashion of men, the edges of the coat reaching her knees. Her feet were incased in high boots of rugged leather, while her belt was well supplied with cartridges, and a trusty revolver reposed in its holster on her right hip, a machete hung from her left. Across her back a Winfield hung in a sling.
In her hand was a metal chain, connected to that gruesome metal bear trap that held the man. He moaned loudly and more spectators gathered. He was a man illiterate in speech, ugly in features, and ungainly in form. A laugh ran through the spectators, and she called loud and clear into the crowd, "Enough! Would you know this man's crimes? Or shall we hang him immediately?"
Gosh all hemlock! Has he done ye wrong?"
"He has. He took something that belonged to me."
"Then hang him. Hang him,"the call echoed around the crowd. "Hang him now! We want for a hangin!"
"And no one will speak for him?"Her voice was hard and certain as it asked the question, challenging the crowd to speak against her will. "He cannot speak for himself as I have cut out his tongue."Each moan spilled another river of blood from between his damned lips.
"I will."A man whose suit was adorned with diamond buttons stepped forward from the crowd. "I believe that he has not had a fair trial."
But you surely know yourself all too well that this world was not built on foundations neither fair nor good, no matter what we might tell ourselves as we count sheep in our beds. For she had raised her Winfield to her shoulder before the newcomer had finished speaking and had shot him dead, and the crowd hung her poor prisoner, his neck snapping in an instant as the weight of the bear trap clamped to his leg pulled him down toward Hades.
