Violet shrugged. “I can’t say I got much of an aim. Had a pellet gun when I was younger, but I wasn’t never any good with it.”
Linus grunted. “Well, we got some time on our hands. Here.” Linus went to where Rory sat and undid a cloth satchel at the base of the barrel. Peeking over his shoulder, Violet noticed a full array of handguns in every shape, size, and color, with boxes of ammo to boot. After examining a few models, Linus finally settled on one he liked. It was a lighter gun metal, with a redwood handle and swirls etched into the side of the stirrup. After checking the chamber to be sure it was empty, Linus snapped it shut and handed it to her, butt first. “Take this,” he said.
Violet held it. It was far longer than her derringer, and heavier to boot. But it fit within her fingers
