Levi Essen polished his old rifle. It was the same rifle he had used so many years ago when he was still a trapper. The rifle was heavy, cumbersome and downright clunky to use by today's standards. It was loaded up the old fashioned way with a jammer stick, some powder and an iron ball for ammunition. The gun had to be fired one shot at a time and reloaded after each shot. Such a rifle was definitely made obsolete by the Winchesters and the other repeating rifles that were in use now. Levi had his own stock of guns that he used today that were far more useful than this old warhorse. However, he still kept it around in his cabin. It was the same rifle his father used, and it had been passed down to him. He couldn't use it now, but he could at least take care of it, just as a reminder of the old days.
For a few moments, such reminders came back in Levi's mind, like echoes of the past.