Fetch Me My Pistol

It's in the wardrobe, honey. Careful, it's loaded. Goddamn, Daddy, it's heavy,too! A pistol is a serious thing, girl. The weight is a good measure of its ability to inflict immediate and irreparable changes in people, places, and things, all depending on the hand that holds it. Never touch the metal if you can help it, honey. My uncle Billy Joe bragged on me once for handling a 357 magnum correctly. By the handle, perfectly fetched from a remote place in Deer Lodge, Tennessee. That compliment still hangs in my periphery, like a curtain. My pride is pure 'cause my Uncle Billy Joe didn't brag on people much at all. I miss him badly. I miss his amazing stash, too. Okay, time to put it up, honey. Well what you wanted me to fetch if for? I just wanted to look at it and remember the secrets it keeps silent.