This poor little 44 Special appeared on my doorstep one day in need of a home. Poor little thing had part of it's grip frame chewed off and someone had even whittled the barrel down to some skinny little 3" thing. It wore a pair of shoes that looked as old as the gun so I searched around and found nice warm pair of walnut shoes by a cobbler named Keith Brown for it to wear. So far it has fit right in with the other orphans in the corral so I guess it can stay. What do you think, should I let if move in and get out of the cold?