Crack And Whine

The loud crack of the pistol was met by an almost simultaneous whine of a ricochet as the bullet spun off something metallic. Beside me, a frantic tangle of limbs writhed and fought and I saw Sheriff Cole's forehead butt down hard into McGinley's face. The lawman's free hand searched desperately for McGinley's gun hand as the Minister again tried to aim it at me, before hand and gun abruptly disappeared into the grunting mass of limbs.
Suddenly Mickey O'Donohue stood above them, and when the pistol appeared again, his foot stamped down hard on whoever's wrist was holding it.