The man's hand closed on the pistol, and he began to rise.

"Did you make a record of the serial number on the pistol?"

He lost grip on the pistol which fell several feet away.

Another second, and she'd have pulled the trigger on the pistol.

He released his grip on the pistol and turned to face her.

I pushed the cart ahead of me, one hand on the pistol.

Her eyes were riveted on the pistol he held in his right hand.

She barely heard him, instead concentrating on the pistol in his hand.

Then he was pulling back the hammer on his pistol.

He walked into the store, his hand on the silenced pistol.