Mauser

He stared into the fire, the Mauser under his hand.

Joe Mauser looked at him for a moment without speaking.

She had laid the Mauser on the table and stood with her back to him.

And he picked up the Mauser from the rock in front of him.

Do you know of anyone who has a Mauser pistol?

The little Mauser looked like a toy in his hand.

Mark never even heard the Mauser shot for the bullet came ahead of the sound.

In the man's right hand there was a large Mauser automatic.

I dropped the Mauser, having little option in the matter.

Joe Mauser had no authority over him, nor his friends.

Joe Mauser's mind was working now, but he held silence.

The fellow in the next stand knocked him over with a 9mm Mauser.

Joe Mauser's eyes shifted around the room, taking in the other four, who were now looking at him.

A Mauser pistol does not make a great deal of noise.

See, there aren't many rounds left for it, or the Mauser either.

He sat in the shade, with the Mauser across his lap.

He took up the slack in the trigger of the Mauser.

Joe Mauser found a chair and lowered himself into it.

Joe Mauser turned and marched for the door which he opened then closed behind him.

I lowered the Mauser and slipped the safety back on.

It was a Mauser pistol like the one he had in his pocket.

I always thought my Mauser was a noble- man first and a thief second.

He got up and slung a Mauser over his shoulder.

Joe Mauser came to a halt and faced the other.

The man with the Mauser stopped, feet placed wide apart, then raised the gun again.