Dusty Sentence Examples
Dusty glanced at his watch.
It was dusty and so hot that on passing near water one longed to bathe.
It took her mind back to childhood memories of barefoot strolls down dusty lanes.
Dusty looked at his adopted sister again.
The sidewalks were wooden and the street was dusty and unpaved.Advertisement
She had Dusty's car.
Everyone moved slowly and it was very dusty.
Dusty rose in response, peeling off his shirt.
Dusty won't let us have pets.
Dusty rose to pull on his gym clothes.Advertisement
It's okay, Dusty, I'll accept that fate.
His gaze went from Dusty to his sister.
She and Dusty take care of me.
This time, Dusty was going to kill her for losing his car.
Dusty didn't care about the village.Advertisement
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
Dusty said I have to leave the cat with you.
I'll tell Dusty that we're keeping you.
She glanced around at the arid camp, taking in the dusty tents and scraggly cacti..
They stepped into the hallway, and Dusty's gaze returned to Jonny.Advertisement
Dusty knew the memory of killing in order to be initiated wasn't something even Bianca could take away from him.
Dusty ignored Bianca's searching look and punched the button for the ground floor.
She matches Dusty's condo.
Sunny was black and white, just like the rest of Dusty's world.
I gotta go before Dusty finds out I'm here.Advertisement
Dusty scared him straight for now.
Dusty said you healed Jonny earlier today.
Dusty can definitely kill the devil.
Dusty's not going to kill him?
Don't talk to strangers, and if you see someone with red eyes, run like hell back to Dusty.
Dusty looked up from the computer screen as Toni walked in, staggering under the weight of a massive box.
For the first time in ages, Dusty was falling asleep at his computer.
Dusty closed his eyes, the soft sound of the TV greeting him before he opened them.
Dusty tossed his phone on the nightstand and set the alarm clock.
Dusty fought back an amused smile.
Dusty didn't pry; she shouldn't have told him what she did.
Dusty followed his instincts to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.
But Talon can't kill him, Dusty surmised.
Maybe it's just because Dusty and Sofi can't cook.
Dusty said you're safer here than anywhere.
It was no mystery to her why Dusty would want her, though she couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Dusty and Darian, both drenched and covered in what looked like seaweed, were in the foyer.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
A look at Dusty's tight features revealed he was furious.
Dusty stalked off and slammed the bedroom door.
Dusty's gonna kill me, he whispered, stricken.
Her eyes went to the bedroom, and she walked the opposite direction to the laundry room and ruffled through Dusty's neatly folded laundry.
And Dusty fished you out?
But you care what happens to Dusty, don't you?
Dusty cares about you or he wouldn't have come after you.
Dusty wrenched the bedroom door open, even angrier to see Darian and Bianca on the couch, talking.
Dusty waited for Bianca to defend him, so he could tear into someone, anyone.
Darian's voice reminded Dusty of the world outside Bianca's body.
Dusty pulled his phone free and saw Toni's number flash across the screen.
Dusty hung up and met Bianca's gaze again.
Dusty hesitated and then snatched his dinner before he did something they'd both regret.
Dusty said around a mouth full of vegetables.
Dusty asked, eyes going from his dinner to the mangled creature on the table in front of them.
Am I speaking simply enough, Dusty, or do I need to dumb it down more?
Dusty prompted at her silence.
Dusty considered her before gazing back at the mutilated creature on top of the stainless steel lab counter.
I love you, Dusty.
Dusty twisted to look up at Darian, not understanding Darian's concern.
Dusty wondered what the hell was wrong with everyone around him and rubbed the back of his neck.
Dusty pushed the door opened and flipped on the light.
Dusty gazed at him, sensing how much he loved his sister and how hurt he was by his own actions.
She'd only seen men built like that in Dusty's organization and Talon's gang.
Dusty's men would know where to find her.
She had no phone, no way of contacting Dusty or Jenn or Darian.
She hadn't been able to log onto Dusty's computer, because he kept it locked out.
She clicked the buttons on the key fob until Dusty's car blinked in response, then trotted to it.
Dusty should have given you a means of contacting someone in an emergency, he said with disapproval.
Darian had also been clear about the type of relationships Dusty preferred.
She pulled it free to see a text from Dusty.
Dusty kissed Bianca's forehead and strode away.
She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
Don't let Dusty make all the rules.
He can't do it on his own, Dusty, and it's not because I'm being overprotective.
Dusty, I'm worried about him.
Dusty, remember that Bianca can heal anyone and any wound.
Dusty asked with a frown.
Dusty clipped the earpiece to his ear.
Send Jonny to see Sofi sometime this morning, Dusty directed.
Dusty eyed him, waiting.
Dusty almost rolled his eyes.
Darian was right about Dusty being a dictator.
Jonny wouldn't listen to his nagging sister, but he'd darned well listen to a man as terrifying as Dusty could be.
She smiled at his reply, relieved, then texted Dusty.
Jenn's voice was quiet in Dusty's ear.
Dusty closed his eyes to Travel and opened them, arriving to his favorite room in HQ, the war room.
He hadn't said a word most of the day, taking in Dusty's world with fascination.
He flipped a switch to display an aerial of the country club on one wall and Dusty's condo on another.
Dusty gazed at his condo building.
Dusty, can I go to watch the building explode?
As soon as the condo goes up, have them start, Dusty directed.
I hope you get him, Dusty.
Dusty couldn't kill him and didn't expect to.
Dusty's eyes returned to the image of the country club.
Once Dusty died, someone had to take care of the girls.
I know that one, Dusty.
With a sinking feeling, Dusty understood Sofi's concern better.
Dusty didn't know if a few months of Darian having his own mind back were enough to erase thousands of years under the control of another.
Dusty was going to kill all these people if he didn't figure out how to fix them.
And then Dusty would kill him.
Gotta call Dusty before he blows me up.
Dusty wouldn't be there to fish her out as he had Darian.
Tired, she wiped her eyes, an ache fluttering through her at the lingering scent of Dusty on her skin.
Dusty didn't remember dozing off but snapped awake.
Dusty turned around and kept walking.
Dusty, wait, I'm s…sorry.
Dusty spun again and continued walking, aware of the anxious young man at his heels.
At the husky female voice, Dusty turned to see Jenn fluff Jonny's hair as she passed.
Dusty held out a hand.
Tell Dusty not to blow everything up, and leave the vamp alone, Damian said.
By the time Dusty figures out what to do, Damian will be dead.
Dusty, Jule's got him!
He'd spent the morning vomiting blood and was able to remember Jule and Dusty by afternoon.
Dusty's gaze grew intent.
Dusty's conviction was on his face.
Dusty shook his head.
The day kiri grows tired of him, he's going to my behavior modification training, Dusty assured him.
Dusty demanded, turning to Jule.
Darian appeared confused as he took in Jule and Dusty, recognition blooming slowly.
Mr. Westlake, dressed in his usual dusty and patched attire, pressed Cynthia for the reason behind her unusual reticence.
It was a planet, dusty red, as if it were nothing but dry desert.
Then why does he beat her like a dusty rug?
From the corner of his eye, he saw one of the many animals his brother Dusty's mate had rescued.
Dusty's in Atlanta surveying spots for a new headquarters, and I'm staying right here for now.
Her mate, the White God Damian, sat with his adopted brothers, the assassin Dusty and the Original Immortal Jule.
Jule and Dusty grew serious while Damian sat beside her.
That's what she does, Dusty said.
So when she comes to see you, Dusty, tell her whatever you must.
I'm not leaving my Bianca alone, Dusty said.
When they'd met, she'd been the on-and-off girlfriend of Dusty, before the assassin met his mate.
Sofi had taught him to use his cell phone and Dusty had taught him the computer.
When Dusty found Bianca, she swore she'd seen a miracle, for the master assassin was the last person in either world she'd ever have thought would fall to something like love.
At least, she'd thought this until Dusty succumbed to it.
The day she'd met Bianca, she'd known Dusty would know unconditional love from the Healer.
She'd never be able to trust someone with everything or find her equal the way Damian and Dusty had found theirs.
Dusty stood in the corner of a small hotel room, peering out the windows.
She and Dusty had been platonic lovers, sharing a bed and their frustrations, until Bianca swept him away.
Though she missed her friend, Jenn couldn't be happier for Dusty.
As the brother charged with watching over Darian, Dusty had been responsible for keeping the Grey God from killing himself and others during his angry teenager stage.
It'll surprise me if I did, Dusty said.
You came here running from yourself and said it's about Darian, Dusty summarized.
I don't know, Dusty!
You're not saying … no, Dusty!
I just … they're gonna come after me, Dusty.
Dusty, it can't happen.
I won't do it, Dusty.
But he's with me there, Dusty.
She'd had dreams of Damian, Jule and Dusty being picked off one-by-one by the Wathers.
Alarmed by emotions Dusty had warned her were permanent, she took a step away.
Sofi wore the White God's pendant, Bianca wore Dusty's mark, and Yully wore Jule's.
She recalled taking messages from Dusty to Sofi and how, at first, Darian hadn't even been able to register the sound of another human's voice.
Sofi said Jule, Dusty, and Damian would all be taken.
Damian, Jenn, Sofi, Bianca, Dusty … all of them were trapped somewhere.
Bianca, I know Dusty won't let you out of the house without a weapon.
Dusty will kill me if anything happens to you.
It wasn't an easy life, though if anyone could adjust and thrive, it was the women Damian, Dusty, and Jule chose.
Dusty said you trained him.
Dusty? he demanded and paced away.
I will shred Dusty for not taking better care of you!
Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out, heart soaring at the hope it was Dusty.
Still, she'd texted once, soon after Dusty disappeared, asking her Watcher where her mate was.
Dusty had been right; she was in far too deep to walk away this time.
Darian," Bianca said quickly as he turned away, "we can't find Damian, Dusty, or Jule."
How can you consider yourself acting in the greater good? he snapped, moving to Dusty's body next.
She gasped and rushed to Dusty's side, touching his face with her hands.
A few minutes later, Dusty sat up suddenly, sucking in air and gazing around him wildly.
By the dusty clothing and sweating messenger, he was newly arrived.
She showered and dressed in dusty blue slacks and a lacy tunic.
She maneuvered the car around washed out places and eased it over rocks that erupted from the surface of the dusty road.
There's nothing wrong with being universally hated, Dusty added, amusement in his voice.
Of all the White God's brothers, Dusty was the one most likely to understand Xander's position.
I gotta tell Dusty, though.
Dusty's sharp order made the Oracle jump.
Dusty grudgingly faced off against Sofi once more.
Realization crossed Dusty's face.
Dusty's wife was the sister of Jonny, making him the brother with the most personal connection to the Black God.
Dusty demanded when the door closed.
Dusty almost cracked a smile.
Damian was cautiously entertained while the corner of Dusty's lips curved up.
Dusty, is Bianca available to put us back together again?
Bianca, Dusty's mate, was a Healer of extraordinary power, who had turned her brother from a vamp into a human again at one point.
Dusty, can you trace the girl's GPS tag?
Jule spoke quickly to Dusty while Xander tried to figure out what Jonny was doing texting him.
Both the Guardians were listening to whatever Dusty told them.
In Sicily and southern Italy the Sirocco occurs at all seasons; it is a dry, dusty wind from south-east or south-west.
This layer he believes specially characteristic of arid dusty regions, while comparatively non-existent in moist climates or where foliage is luxuriant.
When a mushroom is perfectly ripe and the gills are brown-black in colour, they throw down a thick dusty deposit of fine brown-black or purple-black spores; it is essential to note the colour.
Glessite, a nearly opaque brown resin, with numerous microscopic cavities and dusty enclosures, named from glesum, an old name for amber.
The island lacks water, and is dusty during drought, but is fertile, producing fruit, wine and olive oil; the indigenous flora comprises Boo species.
Those fungi which are of a dusty nature, and the Myxomycetes or Mycetozoa may, like the lichens, be preserved in small boxes and arranged in drawers.
In dry and dusty mines the danger may be greatly lessened by sprinkling the working places and passages, and the removal of the accumulated dust and fine coal.
Drill runners, who are compelled to breathe this dusty air daily, furnish most of the sufferers from phthisis.
In all British coal-mines, when gas in dangerous quantities has appeared within three months, and in all places that are dry and dusty, blasting is prohibited, except with Safety ex= c, „ permitted explosives, whose composition and pro perties have been examined at the testing station at the Royal Arsenal, Woolwich.
In general, the aspect of the great central plateau north of the Anahuac sierras is that of a dusty, treeless plain.
The normal Castilian landscape is an arid and sterile steppe, with scarcely a tree or spring of water; and many even of the villages afford no relief to the eye, for they are built of sunburnt unbaked bricks, which share the dusty brownish-grey tint of the soil.
In the third place, the division of the year into two seasons - a wet one and a dry (and extremely dusty) one - marks this portion of the Pacific Coast in the most decided manner, and this natural climatic area coincides almost exactly in its extension with that of California; being truly characteristic neither of Lower California nor of the greater part of Oregon, though more so of Nevada and Arizona.
It is a dusty, straggling, frontier town with rough habitations and a halfcivilized population, chiefly Indians and mestizos.
The staminate contain 8 to 20 stamens which produce an enormous amount of dusty yellow pollen, some of which gets carried by wind to the protruding stigmas of the pistillate flowers.
The north-east wind prevails in the dry season, which is dusty and bracing.
Two travelers in dusty desert garb spoke in a language unrecognizable to Howie.
Dusty, if I didn't think it was impossible, I'd say Talon's gonna make a play for the Czerno's job.
Maybe Czerno was in town for a bit of vengeance while the White God was across the ocean, or maybe he'd found out about Dusty's wards, the White God's mate and brother.
While the White God was off fighting the vamp infestation in Europe, he'd left his mate and brother in Dusty's protection.
I am an Oracle, Dusty.
Dusty wasn't sure how Pierre ever made it through the Guardian basic training with his lip.
While he made a good match for Sofia, Dusty had never met any Guardian with such a loose interpretation of discipline.
Dusty, did you ever consider working for the Black God?
Dusty couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten stuck with a pregnant Oracle and an equally moody teenager with godlike powers and no ability to control them.
Dusty gazed at him, reminded of the man Darian used to be before he was destroyed by the Black God himself.
If Talon was planning to challenge Czerno to a showdown here in Miami, Dusty would never get another wink of sleep again.
Dusty knew at once by Darian's tone that whatever the Grey God wanted to do, it would get him in trouble.
Dusty followed her, a familiar tension filling him as he looked at the lone person in the room.
Dusty didn't think twice about offing anyone who posed a threat to him, and he didn't remember what it felt like to be a human who witnessed what looked like a mass murder.
I love Dusty, but he's about as nurturing and subtle as a jackhammer.
In the future, you should do the recruiting of Naturals, not Dusty.
But there will be a few thousand bad guys within a stone's throw of us â€¦" "Pull in everything we can from the east coast sectors," Dusty said.
Dusty didn't know why Talon would choose Miami to make a stand, unless he wanted to take out as much of the Guardians' infrastructure as possible should he find some way to beat Czerno.
Dusty had maybe a thousand Guardians assigned to North America remaining after he sent all he could spare to the European front.
Dusty didn't know how they chose when to interfere with the mortal world, but when they did, it normally resulted in some sort of universal catastrophe, like the Schism that split the divine world from the physical one and nearly wiped out humanity and divinity alike.
Dusty glared at him, hating the way the Watcher community doled out knowledge at their convenience and not his.
Dusty only eats organic shit, and Sofi can't eat at all, so I never get real cookies.
Dusty's thoughts went to Jonny again then to the Watchers.
Dusty knew nothing of the immortal divisions, but since an Other was the evil equivalent of a Watcher, they were in some serious trouble.
Toni laughed, and Dusty strode to the small residence in the back of the lab.
Impressed, Dusty wondered if Darian was beginning to grow out of his insolent teenager stage.
Dusty rose and returned to the main house in time for the intel briefing, expecting another nonstop day.
Gazing at Dusty's trusted Guardian, she felt a familiar ache, the same she felt telling Jonny his fate.
Dusty's Guardians were disciplined, unlike her own personal bodyguard, Pierre.
She didn't know how much an Aston Martin cost, but it was enough that Dusty would probably be pissed.
Chest heaving, Dusty lowered the two-handed sword he'd been using to hack apart one of the practice dummies in the back of the command center.
Dusty excused himself to join the Guardian.
Dusty strode to the gym, surprised to see the Grey God up so early.
Dusty sighed, unable to reconcile the Grey God, the man who had been Darian, and the man running gleefully into the house as being one and the same.
Dusty didn't have to ask who; he knew Darian's painful history, thousands of years as a slave to the sadistic Black God.
The Grey God's hoarse, broken voice made Dusty tense as he turned to face him.
Bring them back, Dusty said, not understanding how Darian had punctured a hole between the mortal and immortal worlds.
If Dusty's phone hadn't rung, he would've retorted sharply enough to piss off even the Watcher.
Yet she knew when his fury unleashed, he'd be as merciless as Dusty was with vamps.
Dusty, wait, I'm sâ€¦sorry.
The Guardians moved around them in the hall, and Dusty studied the young god-slayer.
Dusty, there are more vamps than we expected.
The young man took it hesitantly, and Dusty Traveled with him to the town, utilizing his god-powers to locate Darian.
Hazel was human, and Dusty followed Darian's pointing finger to a hotel ablaze with light.
Dusty looked from Darian's hopeful face to Jonny's pale features.
Dusty responded with a curt nod, hoping the Grey God was right.
Darian glared at the confused young man and said, "I promise, Dusty, I'll take care of the girls even after the Black God kills you."
Dusty studied the scenes on the screens of his command center, agitated by the weather hindering their ability to deal with Talon's vamps.
Dusty's gaze followed his finger, where Talon and the Black God stood apart from the others under the protection of a small verandah.
Czerno gave Darian a warning look, and Dusty stepped onto the dais, where Talon awaited him.
Talon fought with fury, his eyes glowing red, while Dusty fought with a calm, controlled intensity.
Talon stood and threw his head back in a booming laugh of triumph, until Dusty launched at him and knocked him off his feet.
Jonny snatched the sword Dusty used against Talon and plunged it through the frozen demigod.
The Grey God snatched her in one arm and Dusty in the other.
Dusty stopped a safe distance from the Black God, sensing Bianca's confusion.
Dusty greeted the White God.
The phone beeped, and Dusty glanced at it, not surprised to see his other brother and Damian's commander of the eastern hemisphere, Jule, on the other line.
Dusty waited to hear Jule's voice, never imagining how happy he would be to hear from either of his brothers again.
She turned in time to see Dusty glare hard at the Grey God, who took the hint and left.
Dusty didn't think he had an ounce of sympathy in him, but he couldn't help wishing he could spare Bianca's brother the hell that came with being the Black God.
Dusty felt the Black God's piercing gaze on him.
Jenn was Dusty's most senior female Guardian, the captain of the Western Hemisphere's spy network.
Damian didn't wait for Jonny to respond but used his magic to Transport himself to the Texas ranch where they'd set up shop after Dusty blew up southern Florida.
One of Dusty's spies found out the Others have a weapon they want to use, we think to open the gateway between the immortal and mortal worlds.
Dusty's not allowed out of his room without herâ€”" "Darian!" she said with a laugh.
Thank you both, and send my regards to D and Dusty.
It had taken Dusty two days to drill a routine and sense of discipline into the vamp, which was one day too many to the schedule-addicted assassin.
I need him alive and preferably in one piece, Dusty, unlike the last time I sent someone to talk to you.
Damian had long since lost any lofty delusions, but Dusty was a stickler for discipline and details.
Dusty's skills were legendary, but Damian had held off on what he considered a reign of terror for his seasoned Guardians.
Dusty's interviewees rarely lived through the ordeal, and Damian wasn't yet ready for that step.
Damian forced himself to focus on Dusty, though he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around the newbie's neck.
He ignored Dusty's intent look, aware his adopted brother knew when he was avoiding answering his question.
I prefer the personal touch to this e-shit, Dusty typed.
The simple movement took discipline Dusty would be proud of.
He knew Dusty was right, knew Sofia was right, knew he'd known since just after Darian's death that there was something not right about Claire but was too desperate to hold onto the last piece of his brother to face the truth.
Yep. Dusty and Darian will be babysitting my Oracle.
I give them structure, Dusty corrected him.
After explaining their predicament, he offered them water from a jug strapped to the rear of the vehicle that looked as old as its dusty driver.
I didn't get to my position as the head of Dusty's intel networks by backing down from assignments that even most male Guardians wouldn't take.
He'd been fascinated by the amount of technology Dusty and Jenn used to track vamps in Miami.
Dusty deserved happiness after all he'd been through.
You're not saying â€¦ no, Dusty!
I just â€¦ they're gonna come after me, Dusty.
Dusty's lifemate was small and shapely with a sunny disposition and caramel features that resembled her brother's, the Black God.
The moment he figured out the truth, she was screwed, just like Dusty told her.
Damian, Jenn, Sofi, Bianca, Dusty â€¦ all of them were trapped somewhere.
As much as Dusty and his brothers distrusted the Watchers, she'd found them unlikely friends.
The caller was none other than Dusty, the leader of the White God's vampire killing operations for the Western Hemisphere.
His wife, Sofi, is in the ring with Dusty, who heads up the vampire fighting operations for the Western Hemisphere, Jenn said quietly to Jessi.
A shaft of brilliant sunlight fell through the dusty layers of a horse chestnut tree, landing on the velvet vows of her shoes.
On the bare wooden floor in the dusty attic, Leo taps.
Unveiled from the dusty backroom of a Bangkok shop last week, the pair were offered to The Observer for £ 3,500.
The straw I was using I felt was good quality barley straw which didnt seem too dusty?
In 1967 I joined Hank Walters and his Dusty Road Ramblers playing electric bass.
A dusty envelope made the apparent brightness of the star to fade below the naked eye visibility.
But alas, by the time they had finished climbing through the tree, it was completely draped with their dusty, gray cobwebs.
The young stars may be surrounded by disks of dusty material which might eventually congeal into planets.
Your website is your shopfront and you mustn't allow it to become dated, dusty or downright dull.
It should be applied more often under competition or extremely dusty conditions.
We found it at Azeitao, a cluster of villages that surround a slightly dusty town about 45 minutes from Lisbon.
Wrong keys given had to return them - car returned back very dusty.
You know, the crockery you haven't used for years, getting dusty in the cupboard, loft or garage.
In that day people wore sandals and their feet became quite dusty.
There is an old telex machine in one of the offices, sitting dusty in the corner, making you think it's 1976.
This is not some fancy business plan to go dusty on the shelf.
Beyond it, steadily encroaching onto the dusty, poverty-ridden streets of the town lies the western margin of the great Sahara desert.
From dusty cities to eventual empires, these unearthed gems show how our ancestors learned to appreciate the finer things in life.
At the edge of Evergreen Cemetery overlooking a dusty suburb of Oakland in California is a small granite gravestone.
Most of the film takes place in the dark, in dusty barns, or at best in misty morning half-light.
I went into the redundant and dilapidated church and as I looked round the dusty ruins my eye lighted on an old red hassock.
The open road, the dusty highway, the heath, the common, the hedgerows, the rolling downs!
Dusty's Story Edward ' Dusty ' Miller is a World War 2 veteran and former internee of a Japanese prisoner of war camp.
A dusty little park named for him disappeared into the gaping maw of a new Fort Washington Way.
Don't feed hay which is dusty, or smells musty.
Upon the desk was a pile of dusty parchments.
They found themselves near Maiwand, an Afghan village on a desiccated dusty open plain with shade temperatures approaching 120 degrees.
Two years ago, the site was just a dusty plain next to a dry riverbed.
The pre-monsoon (mid-April to early June) is stifling at lower elevations, and dusty wind squalls are common.
Today Memphis is a smallish enclosed park, littered with broken statuary, amid groves of dusty, spiky palm trees.
The deep yellow rays of the morning sunlight streamed through the floral blinds making shadows like prison bars on the dusty carpet.
A minivan with a half changed tire and a tire iron are lying on the dusty roadside.
The initial nose is of peaches, soft toffee, ozone and dusty barns.
It's as thorough an examination as any lawyer might ever need to read But this is no dusty tome.
What is the nature of the massive dusty torus believed to surround Active Galactic Nuclei?
The country wore the same aspect, till at last the fine green turf became more wearisome than a dusty turnpike road.
Sure enough, a cardboard box full of dusty unmarked reel-to-reel tapes were found in a cupboard behind someones desk.
This gig felt like an awakening of potential, a revving of the engine for a long dusty trip to come.
I was calling to you, Daddy, as we screeched away into the dusty August air.
The pattern of lakes stretches for 20 kilometers, connected by switchback tracks across the dusty dunes.
A dusty, tired, thirsty traveler, far away from home, meets his cousin.
It 's as thorough an examination as any lawyer might ever need to read But this is no dusty tome.
Our recent remodeling project transformed our dusty, airless basement into a colorful, inviting playroom for the children.
While the dinnerware you find might not be specifically designed for a baby, you may be surprised at the unique patterns and designs you'll come across as you mosey down the dusty aisles full of treasures.
Consider the advice below before pulling out your wallet for that dusty first-edition print of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea."
If you're over stinky, messy and dusty cat litters, you'll want to learn more about the CatGenie cat box.
Don't allow these silk plants to become dusty.
These (often dusty) samples may have been stored improperly, or may be so old that the perfume has lost its scent entirely.
Dusty and heathery hues, such as gray, purple, and mossy browns should be avoided at all costs.