They had him on the gun at 96 miles an hour.

He just had to make sure she didn't get her hands on the gun.

Every time I moved the hand was on the gun.

He did it, still with his eyes on the gun.

I reached around her body and put my hand on the gun.

I cut the back of his hand open with the sight on the gun.

"Do you know the number that was on the gun?"

"I knew if this guy got his hand on my gun, he was going to kill me."

"Do you always sleep with a hand on your gun?"

He looked at her cold eyes and steady hand on the gun.