“Soldier’s Heart” by Gary Paulsen Chapter 10 – June 1867

That wasn’t one of the things he liked to think about. The revolver shone in the sun. It was clean and free of rust and corrosion, greased and capped and fully loaded, the walnut grips so shiny they looked deep and almost red. It was a pretty thing, he thought. The revolver was as pretty as anything he’d seen, black and shining, and he held ... ................
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