Rattlesnake Jack's eyes glimmered with joy, as Bee noticed the gun. "Good eye pardner." Reaching for his holsters he quickly pulled out his twin Colt Single Action Army revolvers as he gave them a twirl with his index fingers for flair. "For the un-trained kiddies, I wouldn't recommend doin' that." He said as he then held out the guns, his index fingers on the revolver barrel. "Apache and Cherokee. OWAs, classic models, first generation. These are my babies." He quickly returned them back to the holsters. "Lovely guns they are." 

Rattlesnake Jack glanced at Bee as he noticed something that interested him, "Say, whatcha got there in the scabbard there?"