A related story.
My grandfather was a WW1 vet, so he had at least a passing acquaintance with the Yankee Fist. He carried a Frontier Colt in .44WCF concealed...every day...until shortly before he died. It was never more than an arm's reach away. He was wicked with that thing, and he could produce it seemingly out of thin air. He carried a big, white handkerchief in his left front pocket. He'd flap it at eye level, and when it fell...you were lookin' at the muzzle of that Colt.
My father told me that, not long before he and my grandmother left Harlan County, he'd tried to get his father to switch over to the 1911, telling him that it was faster to fire and reload in an emergency.
He replied:
"Snookie. I figure if'n I live long enough to run out, I'll have all the time in the world to reload it."