He stepped back quickly, held the gun low at his side.
A gun to hold to his head for the ransom photo.
It was the same thing she couldn't have done yesterday even with a gun held to her head.
For a moment he stood there, the gun held ready across his body.
He was looking at both of us, the gun held easily in his big hands.
He walked to the front of the car, gun held at the ready.
Between them was Frank, a gun held to his head.
He led the way as on the night before, with his gun held ready.
He stopped and looked down at me, the gun held ready in case I moved.
I started forward, gun still held carefully in my hand.
