A rifle fell out of the window and bounced off the sill, away from the wall.

The rifle fell to one side, tearing more of the hand.

His rifle fell to the floor, and everything went black.

He opened his hands and the rifle fell into the mud.

The rifle fell from my lap and I kicked it to one side.

At its end was another rock slide like that down which the rifles and pack had fallen.

The rifle, now aged more than 100 years in the sun, falls apart at his touch.

The rifle fell from his grasp and hit the floor.

The rifle fell from his right hand as the fingers there were severed.

The rifle fell from his hands as he rolled over on his side.