Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Mr. Glen Faulk bought out Cady Brothers Hardware in Memphis, and over the years it became East Park Sporting Hardware. Mr. Faulk was a great old time gentleman, gun buff and businessman. There was no bargaining with Mr. Faulk. When asked once what was the best deal he could make on a gun, his response was, "Well, you can take it or leave it."
Once Mr. Faulk took in a Colt Storekeepers Model Single Action. The gun was a .45 Colt, nickel plated, and with aged ivory grips. Now this was more than a few years ago, you understand.
Now there was a character who came in often, and today I can't recall his name. He was a rather big man, wore a white shirt with no tie, a blue suit with black wing tip shoes, and those thin black socks referred to as "men's hosiery." Now he had been looking at this Colt for a couple of visits.
One Saturday morning he came in, hiked his foot up on a bench, and hiked up his pants leg and drew some hundred dollar bills out from the top of his sock. Emptying one sock, he switched legs and did the same from the other sock. Gathering up one hundred dollar bills, he counted out fifteen of the notes.
"Mr. Faulk, how many of those will it take to buy that gun?" he asked.
Mr. Faulk sort of gazed at the pile a second before answering. "All of them," he answered.
The man left with the Colt and Mr. Faulk pocketed the fifteen hundred dollars.
Bob Wright
Once Mr. Faulk took in a Colt Storekeepers Model Single Action. The gun was a .45 Colt, nickel plated, and with aged ivory grips. Now this was more than a few years ago, you understand.
Now there was a character who came in often, and today I can't recall his name. He was a rather big man, wore a white shirt with no tie, a blue suit with black wing tip shoes, and those thin black socks referred to as "men's hosiery." Now he had been looking at this Colt for a couple of visits.
One Saturday morning he came in, hiked his foot up on a bench, and hiked up his pants leg and drew some hundred dollar bills out from the top of his sock. Emptying one sock, he switched legs and did the same from the other sock. Gathering up one hundred dollar bills, he counted out fifteen of the notes.
"Mr. Faulk, how many of those will it take to buy that gun?" he asked.
Mr. Faulk sort of gazed at the pile a second before answering. "All of them," he answered.
The man left with the Colt and Mr. Faulk pocketed the fifteen hundred dollars.
Bob Wright
