The bullets of the posse had neither torn a tendon nor broken a bone.
I don't imagine there's a single one that cares a bone button for me.
The brain is hidden in darkness, sheltered within a box of bone.
"The magic of this bone is a very great magic," Simba was saying.
I had it now, the whole damnable, pitiful story, every fact clear-cut to the bone.
Take six pounds ...