kuchenreuters

Updated: May 4, 2025

My station was the extreme left of our line, as we faced westward, close to the first ridge of the southern hill; and there I sat in mute expectancy, my holsters thrown wide open, my Kuchenreuters loaded and cocked, and my good ounce-ball rifle lying prepared within the hollow of my arm.

Henry William Herbert - Warwick Woodlands: Things as they Were There Twenty Years Ago