Twice in the next hour or so a man came to the saloon door and looked out.

I got Allen, now quite conscious, to his feet and led him towards the saloon door.

There by the saloon door lay the man in a crumpled heap.

The saloon doors swung open and another dwarf came in.

He had given me two ignition keys, but only one for the saloon door.

Local kids often hung about outside the saloon doors, hoping for news of the fight.

He appeared at the saloon door inside a minute, his face grim.

Waves crashed over their heads and burst through the open saloon door.

He went back to where Coyote stood looking at a sign on the saloon door.

They stepped from the saloon door and crowded Will on both sides.