His guns were hanging over the back of a chair.

The gun hung by the trigger guard from her hand.

The gun she hated so much hung over her shoulder.

Their methods were more final - guns, hanging, that sort of thing.

A gun hung on the right side of his worn belt.

A gun in his left hand, hanging by his side.

His guns were hanging from the headboard of the bed.

He checked the gun hanging on its strap from his shoulder.

The eyes were narrowed but the rest of the face still and cold; The gun, curiously, was hanging by his side.

No, not so bad as that, for they passed within ten yards of me, but the old gun hung fire.