#Quickdraw holster series#

Durable Kydex® designed to hold up to the most extreme conditions and wear that is hand molded to fit your individual firearm.

Premium 10-12oz leather that is paramount to disperse the pressure points that guns create against your body making it the most comfortable way for all day carry whether you’re sitting or standing.

As with our entire hybrid holster line the Glock 20 Quick Draw hybrid holster is proudly handmade in the U.S.A.!Īll Glock 20 Quick Draw OWB holsters come with… Glock 20 Quick Draw holsters secure your firearm close to your side making it easy to conceal under a jacket or a loose un-tucked shirt.

#Quickdraw holster series#

The Glock 20 Quick Draw series is designed to be worn OWB by fastening it with your belt though our precut durable belt loops. 'That little sh- ' The pipes are howling.The Glock 20 Quick Draw holster is an outside the waistband (OWB) hybrid holster that’s handmade with premium leather and molded Kydex® to fit perfectly to your gun. Inside is nothing more than a crude drawing and a rude missive. 'For you.' As Spider unfolds the note, Avrok creeps further away from the throne. He left this behind.' Spider's seal is scribbled on one side. 'The kid's grown a spine.' 'There is,' Avrok starts, offering Spider a folded piece of paper, 'one more thing. 'He steals-from me-and gives it to the House of Light? Unbelievable.' Though behind the laughter and coughs, there is a hint of appreciation in his tone. 'He's taking them to Mithrax,' Spider says between fitful chuckles and wheezing coughs.

The Baron of the Shore throws his dead Ghost at Avrok who ducks away from it, covering his head with his hands.

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