Roland accepted the offered weapon, somewhat surprised at being handed a gun in a bank.

It was a gesture of trust, and he appreciated it.  Roland did what inspection he could without pulling the hammer into cock.  No need to alarm anyone.  It was clear the firearm was well maintained.

"I'm glad to hear that the establishment is well-armed.   My only regret is I wasn't here to provide the guns."  He smirked, returning the revolver to its owner.  "Your previous man seems to have known what he was about.  But I'd be more than happy to provide maintenance, and even ammunition for practice if you so desire. 

No sense in having these if you do not shoot them periodically to stay familiar.  Perhaps some Saturdays we might set up a gallery in the fields surrounding down and have an event.  Target practice and picnic?  I understand the local pie supplier is second-to-none.  It could be beneficial to the whole community, really."

He smiled, "If such a thing might interest you and the other bank personnel."

Then he took a position in preparation of his departure.

"It has been a pleasure, Mr. Wentworth."

And there it was.   The first stones laid at the foundation of his presence here.

The first step to building his new life.

JulieS