single shot derringer

When punk hit, The Arrows broke up, and Merrill formed the band Runner, recording the selftitled Runner for Island Records in 1978, before returning to the States, where he joined Rick Derringer's band. He released a solo album on Polydor ... A double album tribute to songwriters Arthur Alexander and Otis Blackwell, Double Shot Rocks, saw release in 2003, followed by another solo project, Aleecat, in 2004. Steve Leggett, All Music Guide'. Alan Merrill - Alan Merril. 1985. ...Lot 124 – 2-Shot Derringer, Batman Returns $3200. Lot 125 – Winchester Model 1887 Lever Action Shotgun, Arnold Schwarzeneger, Terminator 2 Shotgun $18500. Lot 126 – Colt Single Action Army Revolver, John Wayne, Man Who Shot Liberty ...lady pirate posted a photo: single shot derringer, like the one used in lincoln's assassination. it took only 59 days (from april 14th to july 7th) for justice to be done. the nine people in on the assassination were found, tried, ...Officers were able to catch this individual and he admitted to throwing a gun during the foot chase. Officers recovered a single shot derringer behind a house on Newton that the suspect had run behind. Suspect was booked for PC Weapons. ...pengun.com: braverman stinger and adc model 2 pen pistols unofficial ... american derringer model 2, rare gold-plated model works ... caliber. 22 lr rimfire. 22 magnum rimfire, 25 acp, 32 acp, 380 acp. operation. single shot . ...Yesterday I went to the range and took my .45/.410 derringer a small single barrelled weapon not the American Arms or Bond derringer , but a little derringer I purchased once at a gun show , I shot the weapon with a couple of #7 two and ...Today's featured .22 is a Double Eagle derringer. The derringer is over under "3 inch barrels. If your not familiar with this type gun it is single action. When you cock the hammer it only fires one barrel at a time. ... I backed up to 10 feet and the first shot went 3/4 through the boards and the second went clear through again. Not bad for the the little .22 LR in a short barrel gun. This picture shows the safety. It prevents the hammer from reaching the .22 shells. ...derringer .22 magnum cal. must go through ffl, you pay additional fees, f2f in adams, york, franklin, or cumberland county area. $250. also have a single shot 12 ga. breech load, 30 inch barrel, very small piece of wood broken off of ...Lincoln was murdered with a single shot Derringer for eff sake. Times change, technology advances are inevitable. The amendments to the constitution are not immutable. Accordingly, there have been 27 amendments thus far with voting age ...posted by: scalper. description: i am looking for a turner kirkland .41 singleshot derringer. they were made of brass. if you have one you would like to trade or sell email me at : sdanish@aol.com.
Ok, this is just some excerpts of a short gangland story I wrote. I welded the bits together so it follows but as you will find it ends abruptly. Most people tell me my writings great bu t one English teacher said it was horrible and was too descriptive and complex. I just want some feedback please.
ps. apologies in advance for the language- it was required :)


“Why are we even here? F**kin’ boss hasn't’t got a clue ‘bout the sh** that goes down in this dump.” “Just keep your mouth shut pal, once we get to the spot I don’t want a f**king word out of you, got it?” “Chill man, I’m just sayin’ that the big guy could be two men down after this little meet.” “Hey, f**k you, at least keep some hope, this sh** could go down alright.” “So what the f**k are we doin’ here anyway?” “I told you, we just gotta apologise to them for takin’ down one of their girl’s then we leave. Ok?” “Whatever man, just keep that Derringer close, alright Raph?” As Mercel said this he pulled out a picture of a young, pretty women, kissed it, and then put in back into his shirt pocket. “Alright, were here.”
It was dark, cold. The slow drumming of rain was ear splitting against the utter silence engulfing Mercel and Raphael. Their hoods of provided some relief, but for the chaos which ripped through their minds in the thoughts of what was about to go down. Shadows of malice and evil were cast off the pair as they stood under the dull light of a nearby factory. Through the light and rain they were blind. Aware, yet oblivious to the impending danger. Raphael’s pocket Derringer dug painfully into the flesh of his ankle, but he dare not even cast an eye down to inspect it. For all he knew they were watching them now, waiting for them to lose concentration, even for just a second to be on top of them. No guns, that was the agreement, but they knew the gang well. His Derringer was a safety net for him, for both of them.
From the haze beyond light and rain a shadow appeared, followed by another, and another. Three huge men stepped forward into the light and towered over Mercel and Raphael. All three were wearing long, black trench coats with a single flame emblazoned on the pocket. This, along with the Desert Eagle’s in each of their hands was the C.T.C.V gang’s trademark identification. “Whoa, holy sh** man, I thought we said no guns, let alone those f**kin’ cannons.” Raphael spoke with fear but tried to cover it with his cheesy grin. “Then what the f**k is that?” queried the middle member. And raising his gun he let two shots rip into Raphael’s ankle. Fountains of flesh and blood erupted from the wound and Mercel collapsed back in horror at the sight. Raphael was left yelping in pain, clasping his leg, which was now a good 12 inches shorter. “You didn’t think you could toy with us and get away with it did you?” The middle member smiled to reveal a gold tooth and a half a tongue. At this point Raphael lost conciseness through a haze of blood and Mercel brought himself to his feet to avoid a red pool readily forming before him. “f**k, F**K! Are you okay man, c’mon f**kin’ wake up man. What the...what the f**k man...why’d you f**kin’ shoot him you son of a b*tch?”
“Heres the deal buddy, you kill one of us, we kill two of you. Got it? So if I was you I’d start f**kin’ running to tell your boss who owns this joint.” Mercel was still, he was blind with terror and blood. “I SAID, START F**KING RUNNING!” exclaimed the middle man, who seemed to be in control of his group. At this Mercel began to stumble backwards, vomiting as he did so, rain tearing at his face, cleansing him of his partner’s blood. As he turned to begin running four shots rang out in the small factory courtyard, each causing Mercel to wince with pain at the thought of his friend, who has stood by him for the past four years being killed in cold blood.
Through his tears and the wind Mercel did not hear a fifth shot being fired, nor did he feel a thing as the red hot lead entered his back, seared through his heart and exited through his shirt pocket.
Mercel Bryans collapsed; leaking blood onto what was a photo of a young women.


Ok, this is just some excerpts of a short gangland story I wrote. I welded the bits together so it follows but as you will find it ends abruptly. Most people tell me my writings great but one English teacher said it was horrible and was too descriptive and complex. I just want some feedback please.
ps. apologies in advance for the language- it was required :)


“Why are we even here? F**kin’ boss hasn’t got a clue ‘bout the sh** that goes down in this dump.” “Just keep your mouth shut pal, once we get to the spot I don’t want a f**king word out of you, got it?” “Chill man, I’m just sayin’ that the big guy could be two men down after this little meet.” “Hey, f**k you, at least keep some hope, this sh** could go down alright.” “So what the f**k are we doin’ here anyway?” “I told you, we just gotta apologise to them for takin’ down one of their girl’s then we leave. Ok?” “Whatever man, just keep that Derringer close, alright Raph?” As Mercel said this he pulled out a picture of a young, pretty women, kissed it, and then put in back into his shirt pocket. “Alright, were here.”
It was dark, cold. The slow drumming of rain was ear splitting against the utter silence engulfing Mercel and Raphael. Their hoods of provided some relief, but for the chaos which ripped through their minds in the thoughts of what was about to go down. Shadows of malice and evil were cast off the pair as they stood under the dull light of a nearby factory. Through the light and rain they were blind. Aware, yet oblivious to the impending danger. Raphael’s pocket Derringer dug painfully into the flesh of his ankle, but he dare not even cast an eye down to inspect it. For all he knew they were watching them now, waiting for them to lose concentration, even for just a second to be on top of them. No guns, that was the agreement, but they knew the gang well. His Derringer was a safety net for him, for both of them.
From the haze beyond light and rain a shadow appeared, followed by another, and another. Three huge men stepped forward into the light and towered over Mercel and Raphael. All three were wearing long, black trench coats with a single flame emblazoned on the pocket. This, along with the Desert Eagle’s in each of their hands was the C.T.C.V gang’s trademark identification. “Whoa, holy sh** man, I thought we said no guns, let alone those f**kin’ cannons.” Raphael spoke with fear but tried to cover it with his cheesy grin. “Then what the f**k is that?” queried the middle member. And raising his gun he let two shots rip into Raphael’s ankle. Fountains of flesh and blood erupted from the wound and Mercel collapsed back in horror at the sight. Raphael was left yelping in pain, clasping his leg, which was now a good 12 inches shorter. “You didn’t think you could toy with us and get away with it did you?” The middle member smiled to reveal a gold tooth and a half a tongue. At this point Raphael lost conciseness through a haze of blood and Mercel brought himself to his feet to avoid a red pool readily forming before him. “f**k, F**K! Are you okay man, c’mon f**kin’ wake up man. What the...what the f**k man...why’d you f**kin’ shoot him you son of a b*tch?”
“Heres the deal buddy, you kill one of us, we kill two of you. Got it? So if I was you I’d start f**kin’ running to tell your boss who owns this joint.” Mercel was still, he was blind with terror and blood. “I SAID, START F**KING RUNNING!” exclaimed the middle man, who seemed to be in control of his group. At this Mercel began to stumble backwards, vomiting as he did so, rain tearing at his face, cleansing him of his partner’s blood. As he turned to begin running four shots rang out in the small factory courtyard, each causing Mercel to wince with pain at the thought of his friend, who has stood by him for the past four years being killed in cold blood.
Through his tears and the wind Mercel did not hear a fifth shot being fired, nor did he feel a thing as the red hot lead entered his back, seared through his heart and existed through his shirt pocket.
Mercel Bryans collapsed; leaking blood onto what was a photo of a young women.
Sorry "through his heart and existed through his shirt pocket." (Second last line) should read: "through his heart and exited through his shirt pocket. "


I mean everything, not only semi autos here, derringers, single shot pocket pistols, everything.
I remember a bit ago, like 5-6 years ago, I looked in a gun buyers guide in the special category of handguns and seeing a small single shot break open handgun, capable of fitting in the palm of a person's hand, the barrel was tiny, probably the length of the cartridge. it had a square shape when looking at it from the side, and it had a trigger guard just big enough to fit you index finger in, also the handgrip was black and the barrel had a stainless steel look to it.
I'd like to hear about any other guns that fit into this category.
I'd like to add that it didn't have a hammer either, it looked like a toy.
sorry, not the right gun, this gun was tiny and it was break open, not with a screw in barrel, i've already looked at this gun before, it's not the right gun, it's a modern gun, not from the 40-50's
sorry, not the right gun, this gun was tiny and it was break open, not with a screw in barrel, i've already looked at this gun before, it's not the right gun, it's a modern gun, not from the 40-50's


Looking for more info .....


top of barrel has mississippi derringer engraved on it.3"barrel. single action.