Two men wheeled an empty carriage into the big door at one end.
The big man wheeled to a stop in front of him.
Another man, who was standing and had been about to put something in the drawer of a table behind the other desk, wheeled around.
Instinctively, the three men wheeled to stare at the far wall of the strong room.
The men at the door wheeled and ran toward the court.
Hearing him, the elderly black man stopped in his tracks and wheeled around.
Two men seemed to hear gunfire at the same time, wheeled around, and shot each other.
The men inside had wheeled at his first cry.
The old man wheeled the pickup into a spot in front of the library.
The big blond man wheeled, his face purple with rage.
