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turn."
    "I'll get Gunny out here to take a look. So much for your six-for-sure theory."
    The rangemaster said, "Sorry, sir, but sooner or later, everything wears out. You probably put thirty or forty thousand rounds through this thing over the years, you got to expect it to metal fatigue and start nickel-and-diming you to death. I can fix it, but it's gonna take a few days to get the parts and get 'em installed."
    "General will need a loaner," Julio said. "Can't have him walking around naked. Why don't you show him the Medusa?"
    Gunny smiled and went to the gun safe. He came back with a Styrofoam box. On top of it was a little pamphlet. It said "Phillips & Rodgers, Inc.," over a little logo with a reversed "P" and an "R" separated by a big "I." The words "Owners Manual" were under that. Gunny handed Howard the pamphlet. Howard flipped it open to the first page and saw "Firearms Are Dangerous Weapons" in bold print at the top of the page.
    He shook his head. That's what came of too many lawyers without enough to do. A maker had to warn you that a gun was dangerous. What was the duh-factor there?
    Gunny opened the box. Inside was a flat-black revolver with what looked like ivory grips. It had an unfluted cylinder, and seemed like a K-frame S&W with a funny-looking squared-off and grooved barrel.
    Fernandez took the revolver from the rangemaster. "General, this here is a P&R Model 47, aka Medusa. Three-inch, match-grade, one-in-nine twist barrel, 8620 steel, heat-treated to 28 Rockwell, with a vanadium cylinder at 36 Rockwell. Got a neat little red fiber-optic front sight, and fully adjustable rear sight. Coated with black Teflon, so it won't rust."
    He handed the piece to Howard. It felt good, familiar, if it looked a little squarish for his tastes. "You getting a commission from these people, Julio? And why would I like this more than my Smith?"
    Fernandez grinned widely. "Well, sir, if we can't get you to use a semiauto, at least we can get you closer to the current century. These first came out in 1996, I believe, and they have a big advantage over your antique Smith. They will chamber and fire everything from an anemic .380 ACP to the hottest .357 Magnum rounds, and a whole bunch of stuff in between. You can load it up with any variation of 9mm you can think of--Kurz, Largo, Long, Luger, Mauser, Parabellum, Steyr, whatever, as well as .38 ACP, .38 auto, .38 Super, or .38 Special. Bunch of other calibers will work, too, but the manufacturer doesn't recommend 'em."
    "And how many cylinder changes do I have to carry to accomplish this miracle? Three? Five?"
    "No, sir, not a one. Pop the cylinder and push back on the extractor rod."
    Howard did so. The extractor looked very odd.
    "Those are springs, those little things in the chambers. Anything that'll fit, they'll hold in place, and it'll cook 'em off just fine."
    "Really?"
    "Yes, sir. You happen to find yourself on a battlefield somewhere and you run out of .357, you can always find 9mm somewhere, it still being the most popular military caliber worldwide. It'll shoot the stuff we use in our subguns."
    Howard looked at the gun. "What's the catch?"
    "Well, sir, there are three. It doesn't much like speed-loaders, because of the springs. You can make them work, but there's a little trick to it. Speed strips would be better, and they are easier to carry anyhow. Second, if you are going to mix calibers, you should shoot the longer stuff first, so as not to gunk up the chambers. And third, if you are mixing calibers, the sights won't be dead-on for the different ones, so you have to adjust the rear sights. But that's the same with mixing bullet weights, and most of the time, you'll be shooting the same ammo. Still, you can put a different caliber in every chamber and fire them off just fine. At close range, you don't need to worry about the sights, anyhow."
    Howard hefted the revolver. "Interesting."
    Gunny said, "Only thing I got in .357, General. I have a snubnose Smith M60 in