A long brightly colored shawl

Usage examples of sarape.

Buitre folded the list and tucked it into a pocket somewhere under his red sarape, then looked up, grinning as he spoke.

I had this lanky, longhaired, female-hippie-type beside me, complete with sarape, floppy hat, and a hate for the pigs.

She got up, brushing off her jeans and straightening her floppy hat-the sarape had apparently been left behind as excess baggage.

She looked down at his lap to see the blue metallic barrel of a gun poking out at her from beneath the folds of a grimy sarape that had been carried over his arm as he stood on the street corner, and now rested in an untidy heap on his legs.

American-accented English, and to remove any possibility of error pulled back the folds of the sarape so that the gun was clearly visible.

As she watched without appearing to, he looked at himself in the rearview mirror, grimaced, picked up his sarape, and used it to mop the blood from his face.

Then he wadded the sarape up and threw it into the backseat, glaring at her through the windshield before turning his attention to the car.

The gun, pointed directly at her, was in one hand while with the other he tried to hold the folded sarape over it to protect it from the cascading torrents.

The soaked and useless sombrero was plopped on his head, and the sarape was once again folded over his arm and hand to protect the gun.

Her abductor, whose supposedly loving arm hugged her shoulders while the gun nuzzled her rib cage beneath the sheltering sarape, soon seemed to be on the easiest of terms with the entire family.

Juana called out something, and he dropped the sarape and thrust the gun into his waistband before reaching down through the opening to emerge holding a smoking kerosene lantern.

Walking over to the bed, he set the lantern and pistol down on a small table beside it, and draped the sarape over the back of the single straight-backed chair.

She threw a loathing look over her shoulder at her captor, ran the comb she had extracted from her purse through her hair, and moved stiffly toward where he waited by the trapdoor, the still-damp sarape tossed carelessly over his shoulder.

Once there, he reached in the back for the disreputable sarape, pulled the gun from where he had thrust it inside the waistband of his jeans, and placed it on his lap with one hand on it and the folded sarape neatly hiding it from view.

Though she could not see it beneath the sheltering sarape, she felt it with every tiny hair on her skin.