Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170203214410/@comment-24510587-20170209204807

Wilkes' first instinct upon Randall's retreat was to grab his revolver and empty its chamber into the man, but when he pulled the trigger, all he heard was a click. He had run out of .44 rounds.

Slowly pushing himself off the ground with his cane, the soldier grunted. "You're lucky we ran out of .44."