He carried his heavy Colt Commander in one hand.

Preston joined in the fray, his Colt Commander coughing round after round.

Preston stepped out of the shadows, and, after choosing a target, emptied his carefully aimed Colt Commander.

Carboni swept past the driver, who held the door, adjusting the Colt Commander under his jacket.

A young woman stood over the corpse, holding a .45 Colt Commander in her left hand.

"That's a stainless steel version of a Colt Commander, isn't it?"

Now he was shrieking as he aimed the Colt Commander one-handed.

It is similar to the Colt Commander, but has internal differences.

It was a Colt Commander nine-shot .38 and would be a useful addition to her fire-power.

Then he started putting the Colt Commander back together.