pi-in-in-ing

Updated: June 13, 2025

The hum of the buffalo gun and the sobbing pi-in-in-ing of the Winchesters were liberally mixed with the sharp whines of the revolvers. There were no windows in the hotel now. Raw furrows in the bleached wood showed yellow, and splinters mysteriously sprang from the casings. The panels of the door were producing cracks and the cheap door handle flew many ways at once.

Clarence Edward Mulford - Hopalong Cassidy's Rustler Round-Up