I was a cowboy, with a FANNER 50. A dream of 8 years fulfilled.
I was 8. I had a cowboy hat. I went to a rodeo inTexas. I talked to cowboys.
On my 8th birthday, I got a FANNER 50, with a leather gun belt and little loops all round, to hold silver bullets. Spare ones, in case of a protracted gunfight.
The FANNER 50 actually held rolls of caps. ‘Caps’. They were dots of gunpowder on paper that the hammer came down on and popped.
BANG!
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