It’s a Schmidt-Rubin – made around the turn of the century, I believe, although it could have been made much more recently, perhaps as recently as the 1930’s.”
“I think perhaps your original estimate may be more correct,” Frank said, guessing wildly. I could dress like a queen with these exquisite gowns.”
“Well,” Frank murmured. XXX “How do you afford all this on a Ranger’s salary?”
Tommy smiled as he prepared drinks. Which do you like better, the red one, or the black one with the silver?” She held up two beautiful gowns, both very sheer. “It’s Tommy. “Your choice of weapons appears to be exquisite,” Frank said admirably. You need only call out.”
“What should I call out?” Tanya replied, standing half in and half out of the doorway. Frank had been much older – almost fifty – when he’d last seen him.
