A younger man leaned against the wall and fingered a guitar.
The young man rose, drew his handiwork from its case, and fingered it.
The man turned, fingered his white beard nervously, and stared at her.
The other man fingered a bulge in his coat pocket that I knew could only be a pistol.
The older man fingered the edges of the papers.
Each man was fingering the knot of his tie with the left hand.
The man fingered the point of his beard, pushing it forward with one finger.
The old man fingered through a bunch of keys at his waist.
The man fingered the cross, turning it over in his hands slowly.
The thin fair man fingered the strip of adhesive-plaster above his left eye.