It was 1730 hrs on a dark, moonless night. We were working PMs out of the West side. Outside Annie's door we stood, my partner to one side and I to the other. Knock, knock, knock. "Sheriff's Department, ma'am. We have a search warrant." my partner announces. Inside there's a rustle of papers and footsteps approaching the door. "A warrant, for what?" Annie demands. "Possession of dangerous firearms, ma'am." I say. "Lemme see your ID." Annie says through the peephole. We pop our creds and the door opens. "I can assure you Deputies, there's no dangerous firearms on the premises." Annie says standing there in her "Ruger's Rock" t-shirt. "Really. Our CI tells us you're holdin' some very dangerous firearms; ma'am; specifically a Colt, a Cimarron and a Beretta." "Absolutely not, deputies. You see, ever since I met my Rugers, I've left the others in the dust and I'll never go back." "Never, huh. Not even for a Peacemaker, firin' Lightning ridin' Thunderer in a Stampede?" I snap. "Deputies, since I met Mr. Ruger, there's only one lawman for me and it's a Sheriff; hard as stainless steel, white pearl handles, limited numbers and chambered for .45s." Annie professes." " Wadda ya think partner?" "I say we obviously have the wong address on this warrant. This girl knows quality firearms. Wada you think?" "Works for me. Sorry to bother you, ma'am. Obvioulsy outdated intel." That's OK, deputies. Stop by anytime. We're in a city jursdiction and I always prefer the company of Sheriffs." "Why's that, ma'am." I ask. "Well, bein' a cowboy mounted shooter, a Single Peacemaker just doesn't do it for me. I like things that come in pairs...like Sheriffs...Ruger or otherwise." The door closed, the lock fell and from behind the peephole, all that could be heard were footsteps walking away and the faint sound of a dispatcher's voice; "Copy that, David 6. We'll show you 10-6 until further."
It's not a poem but it should qualify us for membership as a couple of Dirty RATS! We really do shoot Ruger Sheriffs; four of them.