He turned over to me and I felt the gun barrel at my head.

Three men and a woman are looking down the gun barrel of middle age.

I put the barrel of my gun against his head.

They must be so hard by now you could use them for gun barrels.

Again I felt the movement through the gun barrel as he turned his head to look at the bed.

He tried to talk but couldn't do it around the gun barrel.

I stopped moving and looked down the barrel of my gun at him.

His voice made me move the gun barrel just a touch more right.

I was holding his gun barrel with my left hand.

He put the barrel of his gun in her mouth.