Gabriel rubbed his face, and Rhyn saw the shadow of stubble the assassin never allowed to grow.
Dean asked as he fingered the stubble-beard he'd never gotten around to shaving.
He rubbed the stubble on his chin.
He rubbed his stubble-roughed jaw.
I wonder if that's what inspired the new stubble look – because it is so hard to get a close shave.
I don't think men would think it looked distinguished if we left stubble on our legs – or let it grow long enough to trim.
Jessi's eyes closed at the sensation of his soft lips, hot mouth and the rough stubble that teased her sensitive skin.
Heavy features were shaded by a day or two of stubble, his red-hued gaze on the ocean.
The young crop was hoed, reaping was performed with a sickle, and a high stubble left on the ground as manure.
It often does good to burn the stubble on the ground.
It is best to mow stubble and hay at night when they are moist."
" A good crop of corn makes a good stubble, and a good stubble is the equalest mucking that is."
His philosophy was more like Michaelangelo's famous sculpture of the Dawn, a spirit yet encumbered with the stubble of the material from which it was hewn, than a clear cut figure with unmistakable outlines.
Indian corn is the principal crop, for corncake forms the staple diet of the peasantry, while the grain is also used for feeding pigs, the heads for feeding cattle and the stubble for manure.
Instead of the moving horses and hussars' backs, he saw nothing before him but the motionless earth and the stubble around him.
They went through the muddy village, past threshing floors and green fields of winter rye, downhill where snow still lodged near the bridge, uphill where the clay had been liquefied by the rain, past strips of stubble land and bushes touched with green here and there, and into a birch forest growing on both sides of the road.
The verdure had thickened and its bright green stood out sharply against the brownish strips of winter rye trodden down by the cattle, and against the pale-yellow stubble of the spring buckwheat.
The wooded ravines and the copses, which at the end of August had still been green islands amid black fields and stubble, had become golden and bright-red islands amid the green winter rye.
He stood on a knoll in the stubble, holding his whip aloft, and again repeated his long-drawn cry, "A-tu!"
He had been lying in the stubble, but in front of him was the autumn sowing where the ground was soft.