The Ballad of Crud and Horgus v1.1

Mr. New Mexico stares at you and blinks. "Well. I do suppose that happens to the best of us. How bout you take one of my revolvers?" He reaches into his boot and pulls out a nice looking revolver. "Her name's Santa Fe. It's a name I intend to give one of my cities when I make my own state." He tosses you Santa Fe. It feels nice, almost natural, like an extension of yourself.