I've always been partial to Colt Lightnings-the rifle, that is.
Trapdoor Springfields always conjure up pictures of grizzled, badly-in-need-of-a-shave prospectors/scouts wearing dirty, faded-to-pink longjohns tensley crouched behind a rock/wagon box facing down Injuns.
Just saying "Westley-Richards" or "Holland & Holland" in front of the words "Express Rifle" makes me feel very upper-crust.
The Ruger Hawkeye.
Whitney Wolverines.
The Anschutz Exemplar.
And everyone could use a Colt New Service revolver.