The sun turned the dunes orange red and then quickly sank, leaving them in pre-moon darkness.
Some called them "red-coats."
I have watered the red huckleberry, the sand cherry and the nettle-tree, the red pine and the black ash, the white grape and the yellow violet, which might have withered else in dry seasons.
The only bait he could find was a bright red blossom from a flower; but he knew fishes are easy to fool if anything bright attracts their attention, so he decided to try the blossom.
His red shock of hair stood up like a flame as he glared down at her.
Standing at the mailbox, it occurred to her that the red flag would be exactly that for Yancey.
Zach jerked suddenly, knocking his cap off and exposing a scalp full of red hair.
Betsy's red-eye flight for Chicago left at seven and I kissed her as she stepped into her cab at the curb.
There was interest in his glowing red eyes, and she rested the palms of her hands on the knives at her belt.
"I am going to help drive those red-coated British out of the country," he said to his mother.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
I remember in autumn of '87 thinking it was perfectly reasonable to take the red 1964 Corvair convertible for a test drive, despite its lack of functioning brakes.
Oddly, it still seemed reasonable even as we coasted through three red lights to get home.
I have laughed at the poor duck, with the red rag tied round its leg.
Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.
Of course, the little red truck Dad had been drooling over.
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
The dusty captain surveyed the gathering with red rimed eyes that came to rest on the Frenchman.
Don't forget the mess of red hair and freckles.
The Red Sox were in town to take on the Yankees, a revered experience for us died hard fans.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
All of them wore eerie red contact lenses.
He couldn't focus on the face, but he saw the glowing red eyes.
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
The latter, a fresh, rosy officer of the Guards, irreproachably washed, brushed, and buttoned, held his pipe in the middle of his mouth and with red lips gently inhaled the smoke, letting it escape from his handsome mouth in rings.
"Oh, she nearly knocked our gentleman's hat off!" cried the red-faced humorist, showing his teeth chaffing Pierre.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
Felipa was wearing a perky red satin gown with spaghetti straps and full skirt.
He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.
"What are you staring at?" he shouted to the cook, who in her red skirt, with sleeves rolled up, swinging her bare elbows, had stepped to the corner to listen to what was being said.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
Kutuzov was impatiently urging on his horse, which ambled smoothly under his weight, and he raised his hand to his white Horse Guard's cap with a red band and no peak, nodding his head continually.
The priest's wife, flushing rosy red, caught up the dish she had after all not managed to present at the right moment, though she had so long been preparing for it, and with a low bow offered it to Kutuzov.
The flogging was only just over, and the executioner was releasing from the flogging bench a stout man with red whiskers, in blue stockings and a green jacket, who was moaning piteously.
The red-nosed Captain Timokhin, formerly Dolokhov's squadron commander, but now from lack of officers a battalion commander, shyly entered the shed followed by an adjutant and the regimental paymaster.
A crowd of military men was assembled there, members of the staff could be heard conversing in French, and Kutuzov's gray head in a white cap with a red band was visible, his gray nape sunk between his shoulders.
The officer's face was red and perspiring and his eyes glittered under his frowning brow.
The red-faced man was still twitching, but they did not carry him away.
He rode hurriedly from the battlefield and returned to the Shevardino knoll, where he sat on his campstool, his sallow face swollen and heavy, his eyes dim, his nose red, and his voice hoarse, involuntarily listening, with downcast eyes, to the sounds of firing.