'This, pal, is a point four four Magnum that'll blow your face through the back of your head at this range.'

Bugger the fact it hasn't been invented yet. He can just say it was brought from England, though he's not much inclined to fill them in on anything just now.

Say what you like about the Magnum, it makes a nice clicking noise when you pull the hammer back. Menacing. Though stuff like that is probably old news to this lot.

'Tell your boys t'put their girly guns away, an' sit their arses down until you an' me are done.'

He's standing behind the man in black now, so at least the three will likely kill their boss before getting him, should they decide to pull their triggers. And now he looks close, he can see a few marks that suggest who was involved but he'll deal with them later. Root of the problem first. (Sam really is starting to rub off on him.)

The hand in the man's collar twists, and he drags him backwards a step or two.

'Do it now.'