machine gun

Ledbetter pleaded guilty in December to illegal possession of a machine gun.

“You can imagine the sound of that gun on a Bronx street,” Chief of Detectives Robert Boyce says.

The billionaire philanthropist tastes the product of a machine that processes human sewage into drinking water and electricity.

That act forever sealed his feeling for the Chief, bound it up with the war, with violence, with the gun.

I mean, the reality of it was, I had to go out and get on a horse, and ride in, shoot the gun — how hard was that, right?

They were the machine gun bullets coming from the ambush when my company got hit.

The controlling leaders being out of gear the machine did not run smoothly: there was nothing but friction and tension.

This was no strange sight to the boy by that time, but it was awkward in the circumstances, for he had neither gun nor spear.

He turned at the sound of my voice with vastly more concern than he'd betrayed under the muzzle of Piegan's gun.

A little black girl sat on the floor, and with her hands worked the treadle of the machine.

The sewing-machine made a resounding clatter in the room; it was of a ponderous, by-gone make.