"The brother of the pilot you shot down in the Med."

Barbra's brother shot the front cover photograph when she was 5.

That was before I had seen my brother shot down as if he were a straw target.

His brother shot back, "Make sure it's a minor point."

My brother would probably shoot his partner a look as well.

My brother shot me a quick look of pure fury.

My brother saw one and shot at him but the gun jammed.

"I heard he kicked you out the time his brother shot himself."

He cried for his brother, who was dead now, shot by a crazy man.

When he was crossing a bridge at night, the younger brother shot him dead from perhaps five feet away.