Pisgah
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True local .25 story from 50 years back. Fellow comes home drunk and late, sees a car parked in front of his house. Suspects hanky-panky by wife, slips in back door. Just as he gets to the front of the house, the wife's visitor bolts out the front door, off the porch, and jumps in to his car. Drunk husband exits front door, fires one shot from his pocket .25. Bullet goes straight through the car's windshield and straight in to the guy's heart. Dead right there.
Proves nothing, but having a .25 beats having nothing, and more often than not is all you'll need.
Proves nothing, but having a .25 beats having nothing, and more often than not is all you'll need.