Rusher's

Roland squeezed Rusher's sides; the horse trotted toward Jonas.

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Cuthbert had gone back to sleep as easily as he had awakened at the sound of Rusher's hoofs, but Roland had never felt less sleepy in his life.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

The gunslinger stood up, Rusher's reins in one fist.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

But he left his place by Rusher's head for a moment when they came to the weedy track leading into Citgo, walking across to look at the old disused guard-hut.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

Roland was boosted into Rusher's saddle so hard he almost flew off on the other side-would have, if Dave Hollis had not been there to steady him and then to wedge Roland's boot into the stirrup.

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He paused a moment, looking down at the road (as if for more rocks in the way of his boots) and stroking Rusher's nose with absentminded gentleness.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

"A dinner of state in Hambry," Will said, smiling and still stroking Rusher's nose.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

Roland rode with both guns drawn and tiring, Rusher's reins gripped in his teeth so they wouldn't fall overside and trip the horse up.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

"Remember your promise," Alain said nervously as they heard the ap-proaching beat of Rusher's hoofs.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997

He got moving, catching up with his master, who gave Rusher's muzzle a companionable little caress.

Wizard and Glass King, Stephen 1997