Megan immediately recognized the shiny blue mustang when it emerged from the brush that bordered the drive.
She glanced at the station as she passed, but the little blue mustang was gone.
The little mustang responded smoothly under his loving guidance.
The mustang was gone when she stopped at his apartment.
Howie biked to work as wheel-less Julie had driven her boyfriend's Mustang to her monastic meeting in Vermont.
When she arrived, the mustang was parked so close to the apartment that she had to walk around it to climb the stairs.
One was parked beside the building with its hood up, and an old mustang sat at the pump.