pistol-butt

Wootton responded, while I sat stone still and kept my hand close to my pistol-butt, nonchalant-like -- which ain't easy with the fiend incarnate hunkered down a yard away, glaring with basilisk eyes out of a mask of paint, and you're uncomfortably aware that he's a muscular six feet of oiled and smelly savagery, with a hatchet like a polished razor on his hip.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

Its pistol-butt was bulbous, the size of a tennis ball.

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‘Take that,’ said Fergus, striking the boy upon the head with the heavy pistol-butt with his whole force — ‘take that for acting without orders, and lying to disguise it.’

Waverley 2004

But in those rough and dangerous times, when thousands of people were starving, the view of a pistol-butt went further than sternest aspect of strong eyes.

Mary Anerley Richard Doddridge 2004

I swung to face them, whipping out my sabre and dropping a hand to my pistol-butt as that devil's horde bore down on me.

Flashman and the Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

I swung to face them, whipping out my sabre and dropping a hand to my pistol-butt as that devil's horde bore down on me.

Flashman And The Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

I swung to face them, whipping out my sabre and dropping a hand to my pistol-butt as that devil's horde bore down on me.

Flashman and the Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

Wootton responded, while I sat stone still and kept my hand close to my pistol-butt, nonchalant-like -- which ain't easy with the fiend incarnate hunkered down a yard away, glaring with basilisk eyes out of a mask of paint, and you're uncomfortably aware that he's a muscular six feet of oiled and smelly savagery, with a hatchet like a polished razor on his hip.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

Wootton responded, while I sat stone still and kept my hand close to my pistol-butt, nonchalant-like -- which ain't easy with the fiend incarnate hunkered down a yard away, glaring with basilisk eyes out of a mask of paint, and you're uncomfortably aware that he's a muscular six feet of oiled and smelly savagery, with a hatchet like a polished razor on his hip.

Flashman And The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

The first thing I knew, while I was tusslin 'with one feller, somebody fetched me a rap on the head with a pistol-butt, an' I went down for the count.

Hidden Gold Wilder Anthony