Buffalo Hump said no more, but he did not move or look away, either.

Buffalo Hump had never been able to like his son and now he wanted to see him gone.

Buffalo Hump meant to do the same thing again, as they went south.

Buffalo Hump did not want to make too big an issue of one gun.

Buffalo Hump watched his son for a minute and then turned away.

Buffalo Hump had never offered to hunt with him before.

Buffalo Hump had come to the place of black rocks to die.

Buffalo Hump had not expected all the warriors to be happy with his order.

Buffalo Hump was not with them, nor were any of the other warriors.

Buffalo Hump was older; soon his strength would begin to fade.

Buffalo Hump didn't care what the elders thought, not in this instance.

Buffalo Hump liked weapons that he had made himself, and could depend on.

Buffalo Hump did not look at the old man.

Buffalo Hump was pleased when he saw the old warrior come forward.

Buffalo Hump gave the matter only a moment's thought.

Buffalo Hump was not a great chief for nothing.

He wanted to be away from Buffalo Hump for a while.

Buffalo Hump came to him as he was working.

Buffalo Hump himself kept apart from the singing, which, itself, had become a rare thing.

Buffalo Hump knew he had made a poor choice.

Buffalo Hump wondered if there was a great fish so large that it could carry the sun.

Buffalo Hump had much to do, trying to drive the white people back so the plains would be free of their smell.

Buffalo Hump knew that he could not move well.

Buffalo Hump began to sing his war cry as he waited.

He had tried hard to get Buffalo Hump to let him have the girl.

"Look at the thick red bull neck, watch out for that"

The dream walker's bull neck made him look almost other than human.

I tried to circle his bull neck again, but he threw me against the wall.

He had a bull neck and a compact, muscular body.

He was yelling at Cynthia, his bull neck turning red.

He was a big man with a bull neck and apparently a bull's temper.

He was twenty-one, taller than his father, an without the bull neck.

But in that last instant I grabbed him around his bull neck and held on with all my strength.

The creature turned its head upon its short, bull neck.

A horse with bull neck is best for non-speed sports.

She threw her arms round the great bull neck.

He strode on, breathing hard, his black head and bull neck forward, like a man winning a walking race.

There was a purplish blush at the back of his bull neck.

Turning, he stomped past the big gray building, bull neck pitched forward.

His face was tinged with red down to his bull neck.

His head snapped back, pivoting on the thick, bull neck.

He was still powerfully built, with a bull neck and massive forearms.

For half a dozen years or so, Sosa's bull neck was his most prominent feature.

He backed away, but the head rose up out of the ice, with a bull neck and a massive torso beneath it.

A bull neck mounted between massive shoulders completed the unattractive picture.

The point of the knife jutted from the other side of his bull neck.

It was huge-maybe twice the size of a wolf, with a massive chest and bull neck.

Nick nodded and slipped the strap of the tote bag over Tom's bull neck.

Two heads leaned curiously from a nearby window, joined at the throat into one bull neck.

Blood oozed down his bull neck, most likely from a ruptured eardrum.