[Dutch pushes himself off the wall with a strong shrug, gracefully putting himself in motion to get a better look at the weapon.]

Can't say as I have. We've got long bows, but I'm no archer, either.

[He's terrifying with his pistols and revolvers, though. Someone had to teach his boys how to aim and shoot with deadly precision with a swiftness, and he was that someone. He taught all the girls, too, or well, he taught the ones that Susan had trouble with. Grimshaw was a holy terror with a shotgun, but when a lady needed to learn handguns, he was there.

But this young woman's got her own particular brand of proficiency, he assumes as she works the string into place with near elegant ease.

There's a hint of boyish mischief hidden under the gruff veneer at the idea of trying something new, though.]

I don't believe I've ever seen one used, to tell you the truth.