He could see the old rifles in their hands, held like clubs as if they were out of ammunition.

A man stepped into his path; he was carrying an old rifle.

These modern loadings should never be used in older military rifles.

Figures stood all around them, raised bows and a few old rifles.

All they'd have to do is ask around town and someone would remember that old rifle of mine.

The old rifle sat across her legs with a terrible weight.

Who knew if Mike's old rifle could even fire, after so many years?

At times he would take down the old rifle and disappear for two or three days.

But still, eighty-seven of them, and just me with my old rifle.

"I could maybe let you use the old rifle my father brought back from the Great War."