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Usage examples of rudy.

Never self-analytical, Rudy only understood that he needed the solitude, needed the touch of the empty land and the demand for slow skill and perfect accuracy.

As Rudy stood there in the shadow of the shed, he thought for a moment that it was this burning glare that was playing tricks on his eyes.

He looked like a harmless old buffer, except for the Francis of Assisi get-up, but years of association with the brotherhood of the road had given Rudy an instinctive caution of anybody who was armed, no matter how harmless he looked.

The expression of calculation in his eyes, adding up pieces of information that had nothing to do with Rudy or with maintaining a role, troubled Rudy with a disquieting sense that the old man was too calm about it, too matter-of-fact.

He raised his head suddenly, and Rudy caught the far-off chugging of an engine in the still, pale air of afternoon.

As they ate, Rudy listened to the girl and the wizard talk and wondered again how much this thin, spooky-looking woman believed the old man, and how much of her conversation was tactful humoring of an old, well-loved, and totally crazy friend.

But it was Ingold who dominated and led, she who followed, and there were times when Rudy wondered if she was as crazy as the old man.

The touch of that heavy-lidded, blue gaze gave Rudy the uncomfortable feeling of having his mind read.

By their reflection Rudy could see that her face wore the shut, wary look again, a fortress defended against all comers.

Staring out into the milky darkness, Rudy identified the landmarks of his trip into the hills, rock and tree and the round, smooth shapes of the land.

She tried to think up a reasonable explanation for the whole thing that she could palm off on Rudy to keep him from asking further questions.

She found herself wishing vaguely that Rudy would roll up his window instead of leaning against the frame, letting the night-scented desert winds brush through the car.

Then the sense of what Rudy had said sank in, and she looked quickly across at him.

Even as he was speaking, Rudy could see that both his hands were on the long hilt of the sword, poised to strike.

Flattened against the wall, suffocating in the heat, and burned by the rain of falling sparks, Gil and Rudy both could see that Ingold was being pushed steadily back toward the corner where they crouched behind the filthy bed, hampered fatally by his need to remain at all costs between the creature and the Prince.