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.

Quite a few years slipped by one way or another.

I don't watch a lot of television, but not much local news slips by me.

It's getting dark and I don't want him to slip by us.

I slipped back by the door behind me, and worked round the outside of the building.

She could slip by him, open the door, run out.

That share slipped to 20 percent by the late 90's, the commission says.

How you managed to slip by our knowledge is something we can't answer.

It was agreed that when the police left the house I should slip away by night and come back no more.

That was until she slipped by the library one last time.

With one hand, he took the wheel while she slipped by him.

He had lit out along our back trail with the first shots.

In 1985, he lit out on his own, taking over the women's team at Connecticut.

The market keeps building us new room to believe, ever more American territories to light out for.

If things get bad, I'll light out for the territory and begin again.

The mountain man is ready, yet again, to light out for the territory.

The guy lit out the second the kid was born.

The turtle seems to have lit out for better parts already.

Just waited up and lit out the first thing in the morning.

The young killer lit out with the police and Union soldiers after him.