She held onto a door dog with her left hand, had my little gun aimed at his face.
He pulled the trigger of the little gun for a single shot.
What are you giving me that little gun for, Finn?
I think he maybe shot that little gun off once or twice.
A little gun like that doesn't have a whole lot of stopping power anyway.
He put the little gun back in his inside pocket.
I don't think you did much damage with that little gun.
He was beginning to wonder if the little guns might not make better hand clubs than anything else.
I turned the little gun around and held it out.
Then she turned the little gun against her heart and fired.