Drew jerked his carbine from its saddle boot, saw Anse beat him to that action by a scant second or two.
Anse removed his carbine before Drew.
Drew simply stood there, staring at Anse riding away into the sunset.
People are reading.
Three ladies run away because they can't take it anymore.
She will only eat when she is hungry.
They are sleeping.
It resembled something out of a movie about the mystic Cagliostro.
The sheepdog is chasing the white sheep.