Hank was standing by the door, rubbing his mouth with a dirty handkerchief.

Hank stood behind the tripod with a thick black Dutch cigar in his mouth giving bad advice too the harassed photographer.

Hank stood in the cafe's entrance, looking around.

Hank stood in the middle of the clearing, a knife held to Maddie's neck.

Hank stood beside it with a stun gun and a Louisville Slugger.

Hank took me over and stood me in front of an empty truck a half block long that stood in the dock.

Moses left Tara leaning against the column of the verandah, and crossed to where Hank stood.

Hank straightened up and stood looking at his hand.

Hank stood there for a moment, staring at the broken ax, as if he could not quite believe it.