The bullet hit right between his eyes, but it must have had poor powder behind it--all it did was to cut through the skin and go straight up his forehead.

When the wound healed, the scar drew his eyes close together, like a Chinaman's.

You never see Squint's eyes more than half open.
"And he's crooked, just like his eyes--" Mother Howard's voice bore a touch of resentment.

"I never liked him from the minute I first saw him, and I liked him less afterward.

Then I got next to his game.
"Your father had been prospecting just like everybody else.