Quotes About Holster

You don't understand!' Foaly objected. Trouble cut him off with a chop of his hand through the air. 'I never understand. That's why we pay you and your dork posse. Foaly objected again. 'They are not dorks!' Trouble found space for yet another holster. 'Really? That guy brings a Beanie Baby to work every day. And your nephew, Mayne, speaks fluent Unicorn.' 'They're not all dorks,' said Foaly, correcting himself.

He turned the cylinder of the Colt and listened to the small, clear clicks it made. The grip was wood, the barrel cool and blue; the holster had kept a faint smell of saddle soap. He slipped the gun back in its holster, put the gun belt around his waist and felt the gun's solid weight against his hip. When he walked out into the lots to catch his horse, he felt grown and complete for the first time in his life.

I got my shoulder holster complete with Browning Hi-Power out of the top desk drawer and slipped it on. Since I'd stopped wearing my suit jacket in the office, I'd put the gun in the drawer, but outside the office and always after dark I wore a gun. Most of the creatures that had scarred me up were dead. The majority I'd done personally. Silver-plated bullets are a wonderful thing.

The thigh holster wasn't bad actually, though I wouldn't have wanted to try it unless I had pants on to protect my thighs. My thighs rub together when I walk, thank you very much. But with jeans it wasn't bad.

The sun glinted on Max's buttons and buckles; his boots shone like chestnuts. A revolver in a holster. Brown eyes and a handsome face. The son and heir. The sun and air. I look at him, and I thought, Aha!

For all the air of comfort and grace she projected, however, Lesa noticed the white leather of her holster slung over her waist and buckled down to her thigh. Elena had a past as a duelist, too, and as a politician. And she wasn't about to let Claude Singapore forget it, even if Claude's position as prime minister was enough rank to let her enter another woman's household without surrendering her honor.

Katya was fifteen Amazonian years-twenty-odd, in standard conversion-and impatient with anything that smacked of responsible adulthood. And she wouldn't wear her honor around the house; her hip was naked even of a holster. Of course, Lesa-both hands full of groceries, unable to reach her honor without dropping chickens or fruit-wasn't much of an example, whatever her renown as duelist twenty years and three children ago.

Miss Pringle was not much larger than the handheld personal assistants of his own age, and usually lived, like the Old West's Colt 45, in a quick-draw holster at his waist.

She made sure the Glock was loaded and closed the safe. She strapped on a leather IWB (inside waistband) holster, which would keep the Glock concealed, especially when she wore certain flex-fabric jeans and a dark blazer.

He combed his milk-white hair and crooned a tune to himself, clipped on his yellow chamois shoulder holster and stepped out into the soft night and his smooth car. As he drove, he considered the stars. It would all be over in a flash.

I nod, checking the chamber of the gun before loading and cocking it. I holster it alongside the other pistol Jack gave me. I briefly think about grabbing even more weaponry, but if two pistols aren't going to be enough to keep me safe, I don't know what will do the job.", Celestra Caine in FADE by Kailin Gow

Stellan jumped back, using the Force to pluck his lightsaber from its holster, igniting the blade before the crossguard hilt was even in his hand.

Normally I'd hide my gun in a canvas bag or a purse. Today I didn't bother. My Baby Desert Eagle rested in a hip holster. Its magazine held twelve rounds, .40 S&W, and I'd brought two spare magazines, in the interior pocket within the lining of my jacket.

heard some shouting behind him. He turned to see Moro standing in front of his tent wearing his holster. For a moment

Lawrence pulled his gun from its holster. "I've got fifteen rounds to help you live out this fantasy, Becker. Then you're on your own.

I could see the palm of Freddy's hand tap the butt of his Glock. We do this to reorient our muscles and nerves so we know exactly where our weapons are. Like I noted the pressure of the Baby Glock, in the small of my back. I left it in the holster for the moment. Ryan

she threads a holster onto her belt and slips the 9 mm Glock into it.

Reece was wearing the SIG 320 in a holster on his belt rather than his usual BlackPoint Tactical Mini WING concealment rig; there was no reason to try to conceal a handgun while wearing full battle gear.

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