Yeah, I'm just the caretaker for the Sharps. For a couple of years before he died, Cin's father casually entertained several offers for the gun, but he didn't need to sell and nobody met his price. When he was in the hospital for his last stay -- the one he didn't come home from -- Cin, the kid, and I were visiting him. The kid had just passed her driver's test. Don looked at me and asked, "What do you think we could sell the Sharps for?" I sad, its your gun, you can do what you want with it, but why would you want to sell it?" He said "Well, [kid's name] needs a car".
Cin stepped up and told him that she had the money to buy her a car, but instead of selling it mebbe she would rather have the gun as a heirloom. He asked the kid whether she would rather have the rifle or the money, and she choose the gun.
So I just hold the Sharps under a sort of stewardship, preserving it for the kid and future generations. Don still shot the Sharps occasionally, and one of these weekends I'll try my hand at making the paper cartridges it uses.