Flash sheet of designs including a revolver, a woman's face with swirling hair, a diving eagle and two black and copper tribal armband patterns on a white background.

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Flash sheet with revolver, eagle and tribal bands

Mixed · Flash

The sheet shows five separate designs: a revolver at upper left, a woman's face framed by swirling hair at upper right, an eagle diving with its talons extended in the centre, and two curved tribal-style bands lower down. The linework is bold and solid, with the eagle and hair rendered in shaded tones and the bands built from dense black and geometric patterns. The designs use black and copper or bronze tones and are arranged loosely across a plain white page.

Revolver Gun Woman Hair Eagle Bird Tribal Swirl Geometric pattern Armband

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Cinder Flat agrees on which of the Vane brothers sold the revolver, only that its grip was worked in copper and that the buyer paid in coin he had not come by honestly. Eli claimed he never looked at the man's face, which is why he remembered the boots. Dorothy, who ran the telegraph key from a stool bolted to the depot floor, remembered the face and nothing else, and she was the one who wired the sheriff in Laramie.

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By Thursday the eagle was hunting the mesa again, the way it had every afternoon since the railway came through. Folk said it dove at anything that moved fast, and once it took a jackrabbit clean off the platform while the stationmaster was still reading his timetable. Dorothy watched it from her window and tapped out a message she never sent: a stranger with a bandaged wrist, a grip of worked copper, and a train that would not stop at Cinder Flat before dark.

He came down Front Street at noon with the revolver held low and his eyes on the bank. He did not see the shadow cross the boardwalk, wings spread wide as a barn door, until the talons were already at his hat. The gun went off into the sky and rang against the water tower, a sound the town still talks about, while the eagle carried the hat up over the roofs like a prize.

That evening Dorothy finally sent her wire. It said only that the revolver was lying in the dust with its copper grip catching the last of the sun, and that nobody needed to hang for it. The sheriff wired back two words, which she kept pinned above the key for the rest of her life: GOOD SHOOTING.