Another hand to his ear, and he swings back around to face me.
My hand swung through nothing but empty air, and I almost fell off the stone.
The hand folded into a point, and swung straight at me.
His small hands swing wide, as if embracing the audience, the church.
A hand with a gun in it reached out the rear left window and swung toward David.
Her hand swung to point in the direction where the jam had first appeared.
He could see a hand swinging toward his face.
Strong hands caught his shoulders and swung him from the vault.
His other hand swung free, but its fist was clenched.
Her right hand swung smoothly, not very hard, and again the flowing movement seemed all of one piece with the rest.
