" The Bren Ten's nice. I don't try and tell a man what gun to shoot. As my Great grand pappy used to always say. "Too each their own". A revolvers nice as you rarely, if ever, have to worry about a feed Jam. Plus, Nothing sounds like a .44." William said as he drew back the hammer for another shot. Steadying his arm. William worked to control his breathing. The .44 only carried six shots, so it wasn't much of a combat pistol, but if you were on the receiving end of a .44mag JHP (Jacketed Hollow Point), It hurt! William expertly squeezed the trigger and once again, the sound of a cannon going off destroyed the still air as the mile long flame shot out the tip of the muzzle. William's grouping was respectable, but he wasn't a tack driver. "Hey, Izzy!? What do you like for a Handgun?" Will asked, trying to get her involved in his on going mission to get her to open up.