It hit the lamp on the way and splintered it to small bits, its momentum unimpeded.

Hurtling on across the table it shot at the sheriff as he whirled with his guns in his hands.
Fast as the chair shot forward, the hand of the sheriff was faster still.

Bull saw the big guns twitch up, silver in the moonshine.

They exploded in one voice, as if the flying mass of wood were an animate object.

Then the sheriff was struck and hurled crashing along the floor..