The Desert Eagle pressed against the small of his back.

He hesitated over the Desert Eagle, then decided against taking it.

He gestured with the Desert Eagle and watched the man's hands go up.

He read it as danger and snapped up the Desert Eagle.

The.44 Desert Eagle was in his hand, but he didn't want to use it.

The Desert Eagle still held four rounds in its magazine, and he wanted a free hand.

I had the Desert Eagle lined up on him, breathing low.

The Desert Eagle had blown him right out of them.

Put the Desert Eagle in the long inside pocket of my new jacket.

I pulled out the Desert Eagle and clicked the safety off.