The rifle lay to one side of me and I reached out and picked it up.

A rifle lay on the ground nearby, next to a broken pair of sunglasses.

She noticed how the rifle lay where he had placed it, across the corner of the table, pointing a finger at the door.

The other rifle he laid on the deck beside him next to the revolver.

A light rifle lay on the floor of his own hidden car.

A rifle lay by one of the sleeping men.

His rifle lay in a corner of the wagon, and it looked to be almost new.

He paused, looked out toward where the rifle lay.

He was utterly defenseless; his rifle lay several feet away.

Their rifles lay scattered on the floor, kicked out of reach.