"Sure." But Kennerly did not turn away, merely stood as if searching for something further to say, grinning his groveling, hate-filled grin, and his eyes flicked up and over the gunslinger's shoulder.

The gunslinger sidestepped and turned at the same time, and the heavy stick of stovewodd that the girl Soobie held swished through the air, grazing his elbow only.
She lost hold of it with the force of her swing...

* The Gunslinger page 79