"May I put you to sleep?" the gunslinger asked.
"I'm not sleepy."
"I can make you sleepy, and I can make you remember."
Doubtfully, Jake asked, "How could you do that?"
"With this." The gunslinger removed one of the shells from his gunbelt nad twirled it in his fingers. The movement was dexterous, as flowing as oil. The shell cartwheeled effortlessly from thumb to index to index and second, to second and ring, to ring and pinky.