Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Third Edition Copyright © 2013 by the Philip Lief Group.


The puncher wheeled his horse and rode off around the chaparral.

Neither Isobel nor the puncher smiled at this ancient witticism.

The puncher started off beside Miss Isobel without looking at him.

“Yes; Ashton feeds him sugar, like he does the rest of you,” rejoined the puncher.

Through the smoke of the shot the puncher leveled his weapon.

The puncher mumbled, drew the blankets closer about him, and lay quiet.

He began to doubt the puncher and the witness of his own eyes.

Her husband sprang to the rescue––not of the puncher, but of the level.

“That shore was a mighty close shave,” commented the puncher.

The puncher stopped beside it to squint through the telescope.