The Ballad of Crud and Horgus v1.1

Jonathan New Mexico tilts his head back and cackles for about 3 minutes. When he's done he's sweating. He eats a forkful of beans. "Now that ain't any good, now is it? Here, how bout you borrow one of mine?"
He reaches into his boot and pulls out a revolver. "I call this gun Santa Fe, which I intend on naming a city when I create my own state." He tosses you Santa Fe. It feels good, almost natural. Like an extension of yourself.