The following morning I shot the old man through the back of the head.

The man in the road had been shot through the heart.

The man went down as though shot through the head.

His body was found in the north the following morning, shot through the head.

They found a dead man, who had been shot through the heart.

Then she walked back into the living room, where he was watching television, and shot him through the head.

One of them had been shot straight through the heart.

He had been shot once through the head, and that's about all they know.

Inside was the body of a man who had been shot through the mouth.

If they shot through the door, they'd probably miss me.

I heard the scream of rubber - the 'Vette's driver stood on the brakes as we shot through.

I had a lot of horse left and, when a hole did open, we shot through.

There was one play - as soon as the ball was snapped he shot through.

Then he shot through, with Fadecourt right on his heels.

Instantly he shot through into a dim golden world, alone.

I ordered, and she shot through, her small white wings looking just like Celeste's.

The crust of snow resisted the pole, and then it shot through into nothingness.

The trams haven't run for 30 years; Sydneysiders are still shooting through.

Then he'd retake the lead, shooting through on my inside when I took a wide turn.

We shot through, and out the other side.