Written in 1958.
"Bren rolled over in her sleep, her hand on the opposite side of the bunk from the gun. Sott rose to his feet and moved slowly across. In a flash she was awake, her hand on the gun even as he dived for it. He got one hand on the barrel of the gun, the other on her wrist, putting all his strength into forcing the gun around to bend her wrist inward. She screamed in sheer fury, throwing him off balance with a violent roll of her body, but he kept up his pressure on her wrist. A second later he was standing back, the automatic in his hand."