Two massive guns, already equipped with their flintlocks, stood on either side of the table.

White men with whips and guns stood several paces away.

In a corner, a gun stood propped against the wall; he had noticed it before.

The blunt, black gun stood at dead centre between the two men.

The gun hammered into his shoulder, but when the smoke cleared the big man was still standing and still fighting.

He looked out across the railway tracks, to where the guns stood.

The remaining three guns stood on the Fort's parade ground.

How these common guns stand the heavy charges of powder is a puzzle.

Meanwhile, a tower and antiaircraft gun stood atop the summit overhead.

He looked toward where the gun had stood.