A short, scrawny man lay slumped forward across the booth's table.

He remembered the scrawny old man squatting beyond the fire.

I made a motion toward a great, tall, scrawny man.

An older man, still scrawny and tough as a dog.

He scowled at the scrawny man running toward his post.

That was why he had disposed of the scrawny man so easily.

And now he was nearly up with the scrawny man.

But what if the scrawny man had a knife?

Then pulled himself together, turned to the scrawny little man and said, 'Right, you can go now.'

The scrawny man was waiting for him, but not with a gun.