Xavia: Part 4
This was worse than the time she'd been gutshot. it was more than her back, it was her head, her hands, everything. something stabbed her in the shoulder blade—no, that _was_ her shoulder blade. "here here here!"
A Storm for Blackwing, or, Former Glory
But still she swears she can see vicious quint o'gilly, lying gutshot on the beach where she's left him to rot--along with a host of dissidents who'd failed to support her claim to the ship.
He Of the Trees
I don't relish the prospect of a gutshot." i had not time to ask what the devil that was supposed to mean before chapman reached us. orfeo produced a white handkerchief from somewhere, waved it for a signal. chapman laughed.