“Bang, bang, bang!”
Boink, boink, boink. Three spent 9mm casings hit my head and hands.
“Bang bang bang!”
Boink, boink, boink. Three more rounds hit my head and hands.
Voice from two lanes away, “I don’t see the casings. Are they flying very far?”
Yes, I shoot wheel guns. Yes, I am limited in the number of rounds per go. Yes, they can be harder to conceal.
But, short of a critical (if not terminal) malfunction, I don’t pelt people with hot brass.