Achilles lifted a glass to the vault dweller, but shook his head.  "Was all good old fashioned powder guns.  Sheriff's got a guy can fix them.  And I can keep my own in true.  Well..." he reached into his jacket and pulled a little fully automatic pistol from a shoulder holster.  "Got this 'chine pistol won't repeat.  I can keep the action smooth on my lever and my 'volver, but I'm no good with repeaters."  He put it down on the bar top, but when Jack reached for it, he put his hand over to block him.  Achilles gave him an uncharacteristically shrewd look.  

"You just like fixing things, or there's something 'sides caps you want from me?"