Just Call Me "Two-Gun:" A Brace Of .32-20s

     Tam brought back a surprise from Coal Creek Armory: my other .32-20 Colt revolver, the one with a mangled ejector star, left with gunsmith Shannon just in case a used part turned up.

     It never did, but gunsmiths being gunsmiths and idle hands finding something to do, he had laboriously welded up and recut the ratchet teeth!  This is no mean feat: you can ruin the timing with a misplaced stroke of the file and it's slow going to get things right.

     Since I had another one (even a malfunctioning .32-20 Colt is addictive: they're quick and accurate, and don't beat you up with recoil, so when a nicely-reblued example showed up, I bought it), I was in no hurry.

     It was worth the wait:

Reblued .32-20, top; restarred, bottom. On gen-u-ine brown canvas duck dungarees, too.

     Yep, y'all c'n call me Two-Gun Bobbi now; I've just gotta save up for a fancy Western gun belt!  --And there's the "obscure ammo" advantage: in times of drought, the supply and price of less-common cartridges stays about as it ever was.  When .38 Special and 9 mm Parabellum are scarce and costly, .32 Nagant, .32-20 and even .357 Sig are usually still on store shelves.

     Plus, I admit it, they're just kewl.