He had to move to get a shot at the target.

I moved forward, trying to make a record in my head of everything I'd seen so far at the target.

He stood there, trying not to look too often at his target.

He took another shot at the moving target, a figure of a man, and got it high up on the shoulder.

I look at the target, and just sort of pull it to me.

It was hard even for the most professional of men to keep from looking at their targets.

But by then he was already firing at the next target.

She glanced at the target where he stood in line to order.

He and Susan walked down to look at the target.

They are tossed through the air at a target on the ground.