Her quirt rose and fell, the lash burning his wrist like a band of fire.
"Brand Blotters"
William MacLeod Raine
Instinctively her hand tightened its grip on the heavy quirt swinging from her wrist.
"The Son of his Father"
Ridgwell Cullum
She came to the edge of the swamp and reached out her quirt.
"The Son of his Father"
Ridgwell Cullum