The woman groaned and half sat up.
The woman groaned, stirring on the seat, and Bolan glanced across at her.
The woman groaned, but even the pain was not enough to rouse her.
Her foot nudged more than kicked, but the woman groaned.
The woman groaned and opened her eyes.
The woman had groaned a lot as if in pain.
The woman groaned, picking up still more speed.
The woman on the ground groaned and opened her eyes.
In the chairs, men and women groaned, bruised and battered but otherwise all right.
A few of the outlaws snickered, and the woman groaned.
