Graydon, head once more clear, slid a cautious hand down toward the pistol holster.

General Rose reached towards his pistol holster (either to throw it to the ground or in an attempt to fight back).

His eyes were focused into the empty night past Steuben's pistol holster.

He looked at the pistol holster hanging in the corner, but decided against that.

He faced the white blur again, a hand dropping to his empty pistol holster.

Force of habit brought his hand for the twentieth time to his empty pistol holster.

One hand moved fractionally towards the pistol holster on his belt.

He was dressed in the black of a Western outlaw, but had red hearts for pistol holsters.

His hard palm cracked where the pistol holster would have been had he bothered to wear one.

No one visible in that crowd was holding a weapon, though some wore pistol holsters.