Winfield M1876 Centennial Trauma
WINFIELD M1876 CENTENNIAL TRAUMA. (See also, WINFIELD, RIFLES) As the original Winfield M1876 Centennial s reputation quickly grew in the same year it was introduced to the market, many firearms enthusiasts and hunters discovered its potential in terms of modifications and attachments. Although many preferred professional solutions such as scopes, others relied on makeshift modifications to make this already- versatile rifle more effective in certain situations. This particular version of the rifle features a reinforced stock that delivers a hit as heavy and deadly as a sledgehammer, making it viable in melee combat.
_Journal of Candice Rouille
Handwritten, leather-bound, 4 x 6 _
July 15,1894
Another suspicious murder, and another crime scene without a clue. I wonder why they assigned me to this case, why didn't they ask Jack? He is the Hawkshaw after all. But I will not be disheartened. This alleged New York Ripper will eventually leave a trace behind, and I will be waiting for him.
July 27,1894
Jack visited me today, asked about the case reports I was glancing at a disemboweled woman with a crosscut on the spine, nothing pointing at the murderer; a dead end I must admit. No wonder they gave it to the only woman in the office. Bastards. But Jack was supportive. He said I deserved better than an impossible case and mentioned a cross-states investigation of which the details he refused to disclose until I agreed to join him, and as expected, I did.
We are to leave next week and arrive in DeSalle, Louisiana to investigate a so-called association involved in, well, alot. I can hardly wait to leave, I will finally prove I'm as capable as others, if not more.
August 11, 1894
Jack is missing. He said he would head to the Saloon, that he needed to clear his mind after the shootout. But today I learned that no one in the Saloon had seen him, or knew of his whereabouts. I am worried something bad happened. But Hardin didn t seem concerned whatsoever, he continued attaching a clamp to his Centennial's stock, and looked at me dismissively. Said us city types would come and go. He's been suspicious of us since day one, and Jack's disappearance made it even worse. I don t understand, we're helping him with the cases he s been struggling with. Is it envy I see in his eyes? Or maybe he knows why we're here. I feel we will know soon enough.
August 24,1894
Something terrible is happening in Pelican Island Prison. Gunshots heard on the island yesterday. I telegrammed New York to ask if I could investigate but was ordered to leave the matter to the local law, in other words to Hardin. He insisted I stayed out of it, but I didn't back down. He saw I wouldn't quit. Maybe he's seen something in me, or I earned his trust, because he gave me what he swore he didn't have: A contact at the AHA. I reckon I will need to continue the investigation alone. I must go deeper into this so-called association.
