Her voice had gone cold, and the gun moved.

He was looking at me and neither his eyes nor the gun moved.

He took a step back as the gun moved up to within five feet of him.

The voice caused my eyes to flick to the hallway beyond, but the gun didn't move.

The gun moved and, for one fleeting instant, I thought he was putting it on the ground.

When the gun moved closer toward her, she became panicky.

But he didn't relax after the gun was moving straight again.

He ignored the pain; the gun did not move at all from its target.

The gun hadn't moved, and she was just out of reach.

He rolled on his side, the gun moved in the darkness.