Another bullet sang its heavy message of death above his head.

At the same moment a shot was fired from behind us, and a bullet sang past our ears.

The bullet sang over their heads and on toward the Pole.

Bullets sang around his head as he dived for cover.

He started after her, reaching the hallway, when a bullet sang past his ear.

A bullet sang through the bushes and dunted against the wall a few feet away.

A bullet sang over their heads like a demented insect.

Here they came directly into the line of fire again, and the bullets sang and whistled around them.

Bullets sang past him with a nostalgic drone from far Wyoming.

The bullet sang as it ricocheted off the floor.