The driver took them to a Spanish design home a few miles from the hacienda.
The driver was standing by the car smoking a cigarette as they emerged from the house.
The driver handed him an envelope and hopped into the car.
The next time she glanced at the table where she had seen the driver, no one was there.
Surely the driver wouldn't...
If the driver was hurt, she might be able to help.
Darting down the stairs, she ran to the stage office, arriving as the driver was preparing to climb into the seat.
The driver pitched her old clothes in the boot and helped her into the stage.
I was the designated driver again and once on the road Betsy closed her eyes but I doubt she slept.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
"Toni, send your Traveler to grab the driver in the Camaro down the street," Dusty said, returning his gaze to the charred building in front of him.
The driver from the car behind her approached.
The driver sped away before the door closed, and she twisted around to see the three men watching them.
The driver had driven in circles and down every back alley he could find until Jule was confident there was no one tailing them.
Joe was a no-nonsense long-haul truck driver and a do-or-die baseball fan.
Dean waved his arms and at first thought the driver didn't see them, but finally the vehicle stopped.
Deidre paid the driver and hurried inside, her mind reeling and her body buzzing with the weird energy of the killer who'd marked her.
Probably just some bum, the brunette driver said with a forced laugh.
The driver said nothing the rest of the way and dropped them off in front of her apartment complex without asking for directions.
Dean caught sight of its bearded driver who stared in the direction of the retreating woman.
Harry Turnball was a young and energetic truck driver who delivered the Parkside Sentinel.
Dean was certain the driver was Alfred Nota, one of the men he'd hassled at Vinnie Baratto's place.
When overtaken by a dust-storm it falls on its knees, and stretching its neck along the sand, closes its nostrils and remains thus motionless till the atmosphere clears; and in this position it affords some shelter to its driver, who, wrapping his face in his mantle, crouches behind his beast.
X., and his Semitic Origins; Driver, Hastings' Dict.
Archduke Franz Ferdinand's driver, Leopold Loyka, made a wrong turn.
I would love to write about how all the time that drivers waste driving will be returned to them to spend however they like and how there will never be another traffic death, another DWI, or another driver who falls asleep at the wheel.
When she is riding in the carriage she will not allow the driver to use the whip, because, she says, "poor horses will cry."
It is hard to have a Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself.
As my driver prophesied when I was plowing, they warmed me twice--once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire, so that no fuel could give out more heat.
But he liked them; liked that mad driving at twelve miles an hour, liked upsetting a driver or running down a pedestrian, and flying at full gallop through the Moscow streets.
"Why joke?" said the driver, laughing.