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.