[i]The cowboy rested his cyan coloured eyes upon the approaching female figure as a smile landed upon his aged face, because someone else was asking about the art of revolvers. And so the cowboy planted his right hand on the grip of his second revolver which was loaded with .44 ammunition, and he pulled the Colt Anaconda from it's holster. He flipped it in his hand so he was grasping the barrel, which was signifying he had no intent to harm. "The revolver? Well I'm willing to go and train anybody who asks me to be trainin' them." [/i]