rifle-butt

When any man trespassed with so much as a toe beyond the ring of lamps, a guard would slap his rifle-butt until the swivels rattled and the offender would scurry into bounds amid the jeers of any who had seen.

In The Time Of Light dj barber 2010

"Get in!" he growled, lifting his rifle-butt as if to enforce the order.

In The Time Of Light dj barber 2010

Oop, too late, the thugs in uniform are there already and spirit Athena and Hera away before some macho talk about past perceived wrongs on Pegasus and double-thwack - a nice rifle-butt bloody concussion for Helo.

VARIANTS: THE OATH - REVIEW radii 2009

Oop, too late, the thugs in uniform are there already and spirit Athena and Hera away before some macho talk about past perceived wrongs on Pegasus and double-thwack - a nice rifle-butt bloody concussion for Helo.

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It didn't seem right that he should just be erased, rendered a footnote to some foreign conflict, a notch on the rifle-butt of a terrorist scrote and his infantile sense of grievance.

A Big Boy Did It and Ran Away Brookmyre, Christopher, 1968- 2001

Maclyn, fighting a losing battle with a many-legged snake, found himself swinging a rifle-butt at an opponent that had suddenly ceased to exist.

Omnibus Lackey, Mercedes 1993

I turned to the rail again - and here was more bad news, for Witherspoon's gun was empty, one of the Sikhs was down, and the other was laying about him with his rifle-butt.

Flashman And The Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

I turned to the rail again - and here was more bad news, for Witherspoon's gun was empty, one of the Sikhs was down, and the other was laying about him with his rifle-butt.

Flashman and the Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

I turned to the rail again — and here was more bad news, for Witherspoon's gun was empty, one of the Sikhs was down, and the other was laying about him with his rifle-butt.

Flashman and the Dragon Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1985

He turned back to the first attacker, but Roach was there, massive and ponderous, pounding the life from the man with his rifle-butt, and Sharpe twisted back, flickered his sword out in a blind lunge and felt it parried, pushed aside, and he leaped back, knowing the attack was coming, tripped on the dead man and fell backwards.

Sharpe's Gold Cornwell, Bernard, 1944- 1981