Li struck up conversations with the men hunched over the table around him.

The old man hunched himself once more over his steering crystal.

The man hunched and staggered forward with the force of the blow.

The old man hunched his shoulders and looked about fearfully.

Then the young men hunched forward again, concentrating on the next roll.

The poor little man hunched his shoulders around himself protectively.

He looked around at the dark trees, the boulders, the men hunched before him in blue mounds, waiting.

Some men hunched over their statues, hardly looking up to see the people around them.

But the men hunch down, their eyes fixed on the ground.

The tall black man hunched his shoulders, tried to seem less conspicuous.