That would be
Lucille,,,
My Momma's Colt Frontier Scout.
I grew up with this revolver living atop the kitchen fridge,,,
"Get your chores done without me having to nag you and you can shoot Lucille this evening"
Mom always promised the gun would be mine someday,,,
Finally at the age of 32 years she sold it to me for a crisp 100-dollar bill.
Three months later the gun was stolen from my house.
Mom passed away in the mid 90's.
In the late 90's I was at my BIL/Sister's house for a visit,,,
BIL was the executor for my Mom's will.
They had finally sold Mom's house after going through it for valuables,,,
He said, "Look what I found under your Mom's bed.",,,
He went and got this gun to show me.
I told him that was my gun and I had no idea how it got back to her,,,
He said it was not my gun as Mom had written me out of her will.
Later on I finally got my younger brother to confess,,,
Mom had him break into my home and "Get her gun back".
BIL still said the gun was now his.
I did finally manage to get (take) possession of Lucille,,,
Haven't spoken a word to the BIL since then,,,
And probably never will.
I have no one to leave this gun to in my will,,,
I think I'll have it buried with me.
Aarond
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