Get the Le Mat out and keep watch.

Doc had his Le Mat drawn, the hammer set over the single scattergun round.

He leveled the gold-plated Le Mat and pulled the trigger.

Le Mat spoke without turning, his hands loosely gripped on the wheel, his gaze straight ahead.

Le Mat replied seriously to what he considered a naive question.

Le Mat paused to point at an ice floe nearly an acre in size.

Le Mat closed the throttles and shut down the engines, allowing the boat to drift in the current.

"Down there," Le Mat went on, nodding toward the deck.

Doc took his Le Mat from the top of the dresser and spun the chamber thoughtfully.

The Le Mat, providing it didn't burst, could be utterly devastating.