Trav walks out to center stage. His coat is buttoned all the way to his waist, and his hat casts a shadow across his face. He raises his head to drive away the darkness, and to reveal a clean-shaven young man, grinning from ear-to-ear. The buttons of his long coat are unfastened by fingers with miraculous speed, and his hands seem to shoot for his armpits. When they exit the coat, two Colt 1860 Navy revolvers are clutched in the fists. Trav spins both pistols on his trigger fingers; throwing one or the other, and twice both, into the air. He juggles his twirling pistols with the grace of an acrobat. The display comes to a climatic finale when Trav tosses his guns into the air, bends backwards, and catches both pistols in his shoulder holsters.<br/><br/>"Folks call me Trav, and I'm an exhibition shooter. Pistols are my game, and if you're not impressed yet, you should see my next trick."