Didn't the police set up road blocks?
The saturated road no longer absorbed the water, which ran along the ruts in streams.
At the edge of the road stood an oak.
We breakfasted and were on the road by the agreed time.
A short walk up the road uncovered another mailbox.
I have my horizon bounded by woods all to myself; a distant view of the railroad where it touches the pond on the one hand, and of the fence which skirts the woodland road on the other.
His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
"But where is it?" he again wondered, gazing at the left side of the road, and without recognizing it he looked with admiration at the very oak he sought.
They started down the road toward a ranch house.
The mother dragon probably knows the road to the earth's surface, and if she went the other way then we have come the wrong way, said the Wizard, thoughtfully.
The southern spring, the comfortable rapid traveling in a Vienna carriage, and the solitude of the road, all had a gladdening effect on Pierre.
Soon they came into the main road where a number of the king's men were waiting.
He had not gone farther than to the end of the innkeeper's field, when to his surprise he found that the road forked.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
Kutuzov himself with all his transport took the road to Znaim.
But the weather and the scenery were so beautiful, and it was such fun to go scooting over the smoother part of the road, I didn't mind the mishaps in the least.
All along the road the farmers were waiting for them.
They were several miles down the road before either of them spoke.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
Towards evening he told his men to ride home by the main road while he went by another way that was somewhat longer.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
The trail couldn't have been a road... more likely a wash.
We have to get on the road after lunch.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
Connie would be on the road right now.
He swung the car off the road and under an arch that read "Ambrosia Acres."
What did you do with that old road map to your future?
Bordeaux pulled the team off the road, following a trail off through the pasture.
Betsy would be home from her road trip and together we'd take on Quinn.
A motor home passed by, with California plates, only the open road of the entire country ahead of them.
They stopped by the side of the road and made their manners.
Some of these bundles contained the things they would need on the road; some contained clothing; and some contained goods which the master would sell in the city.
This time he followed the main road for a while before dipping off onto a well used trail.
Balashev did not do so at once, but continued to advance along the road at a walking pace.
Meeting Bagration's weak detachment on the Znaim road he supposed it to be Kutuzov's whole army.
Several wounded men passed along the road, and words of abuse, screams, and groans mingled in a general hubbub, then the firing died down.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
For I came to town still, like a friendly Indian, when the contents of the broad open fields were all piled up between the walls of the Walden road, and half an hour sufficed to obliterate the tracks of the last traveller.
It wasn't the open road wanderers I envied but the home town golfers; they seemed so content in their pastoral surroundings.
He died in the road at the foot of Brister's Hill shortly after I came to the woods, so that I have not remembered him as a neighbor.
We've got some three foot drifts on the road out here.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
Crossing a road they descended a steep incline and saw several men lying on the ground; they also met a crowd of soldiers some of whom were unwounded.
When I saw, your excellency, that their first battalion was disorganized, I stopped in the road and thought: 'I'll let them come on and will meet them with the fire of the whole battalion'--and that's what I did.
He was met in the avenue by coachmen and footmen, who, with loud shouts, dragged his sleighs up to one of the lodges over the road purposely laden with snow.
All began to run and bustle, and Rostov saw coming up the road behind him several riders with white plumes in their hats.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
Along the road from Pratzen galloped what looked like a squadron of horsemen in various uniforms.
She applied the brakes and the dust cloud caught up, cloaking the road so thickly that visibility was down to the front of the car.
They wasted no time getting on the road and Brandon was driving fast.
Without another word he road away from the wagons.
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
While this Greenbriar Road property is not quite so inviting, a spring lock on a back door was no serious test.
They were lined up as far as the eye could see on the Apian Way, the main road through Rome, as a warning to other slaves who might consider rebellion.
She swerves off the road and narrowly averts collisions.
East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, who built his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;--Cato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis.
I took this course when I went to lecture in Lincoln in the evening, travelling in no road and passing no house between my own hut and the lecture room.
At each ascent or descent of the road the crowds were yet denser and the din of shouting more incessant.
If Kutuzov decided to retreat along the road from Krems to Olmutz, to unite with the troops arriving from Russia, he risked being forestalled on that road by the French who had crossed the Vienna bridge, and encumbered by his baggage and transport, having to accept battle on the march against an enemy three times as strong, who would hem him in from two sides.
A herd of cattle was being driven along the road from the village, and over the fields the larks rose trilling, one after another, like bubbles rising in water.
Ahead was nothing but a narrow dirt road lined with mature Oak trees and brush.
Marching thirty miles that stormy night across roadless hills, with his hungry, ill-shod soldiers, and losing a third of his men as stragglers by the way, Bagration came out on the Vienna-Znaim road at Hollabrunn a few hours ahead of the French who were approaching Hollabrunn from Vienna.
If he was on the road, he didn't need to be distracted.
"Who the devil has put the logs on the road?" snarled he.
Somewhere a storm was gathering, but only a small cloud had scattered some raindrops lightly, sprinkling the road and the sappy leaves.
As soon as they had passed the fence they all spread out evenly and quietly, without noise or talk, along the road and field leading to the Otradnoe covert.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
He went in a traveling coach with six horses, surrounded by pages, aides-de-camp, and an escort, along the road to Posen, Thorn, Danzig, and Konigsberg.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
Balashev, who was on the alert all through the dinner, replied that just as "all roads lead to Rome," so all roads lead to Moscow: there were many roads, and "among them the road through Poltava, which Charles XII chose."
Rostov riding in front gave the order "Forward!" and the hussars, with clanking sabers and subdued talk, their horses' hoofs splashing in the mud, defiled in fours and moved along the broad road planted with birch trees on each side, following the infantry and a battery that had gone on in front.
Rostov, always closely followed by Ilyin, rode along the side of the road between two rows of birch trees.
Far in the distance in that birch and fir forest to the right of the road, the cross and belfry of the Kolocha Monastery gleamed in the sun.
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
I sorely wish I could keep them longer but on the road, it's difficult.
Nor was it much better by the carriage road from Brister's Hill.
They had not met for nearly half a year and, being at the age when young men take their first steps on life's road, each saw immense changes in the other, quite a new reflection of the society in which they had taken those first steps.
Beyond that, less than three feet separated the road from the edge of a cliff.
It's wonderful on the open road once more!
I rode on a rough road, and fell off three or four times, and am now awfully lame!
Farther in the woods than any of these, where the road approaches nearest to the pond, Wyman the potter squatted, and furnished his townsmen with earthenware, and left descendants to succeed him.
The road was clear again; Pierre descended the hill and drove on.
A large rock beside the road provided a place to rest while she listened for vehicles.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
Why did he not retire at once by the Kaluga road, abandoning Moscow? and so on.
Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
She pulled over beside the road and dialed his number.
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
Then I'll hit the road once more.
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Bolkonski's estate, lay forty miles east from Smolensk and two miles from the main road to Moscow.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
The army turned more to the south, along the Ryazan road and nearer to its supplies.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
One group of the French stood close to the road, and two of them, one of whom had his face covered with sores, were tearing a piece of raw flesh with their hands.
The chances were slim that anyone would have come along the road to help her.
His attention left the road long enough to search her face.
The road was strange to him, and he traveled very slowly.
Pierre stopped, being pressed against the side of the cutting in which the road ran.
The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
Wildlife hid behind that wall of green, but it was too late in the day for them to be hopping out on the road.
She desperately fought the steering wheel for control, but the car weaved all over the road.
The car made one more circle in the road and then lunged at the cliff.
"I'm so sorry," she managed in a trembling voice, "I didn't think there was anyone on the road.
Maneuvering the car around skillfully, he started back up the road.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
He gave undue attention to the road.
He braked and pulled the car to the side of the road.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
The day she met him he had been riding on the road.
She pulled the car back on the road and continued toward the Giddon place.
Then he pulled back out onto the road.
Sure, unless he forces you off the road!
"Yeah," he grunted as he kept his eyes on the road.
Adrienne screamed again, and then the little car ahead of them was pulling off the road.
Bordeaux kept his eyes on the road.
There were corn fields on both sides of a dirt road and I was at a crossing.
I'm on the road with West Virginia behind me, taking a brief rest from my hobby.
Say your prayers angels, here comes the boogie man down the road!
If what I'm seeing isn't some kind of joke, I'm at the end of the yellow brick road.
It's difficult out on the road to hide them more than a day or two.
Instead, I pulled to the side of the country road like any good citizen.
The LeBlanc's located on Greenbriar Road in one of Keene's well established neighborhoods.
Howie surprised us all by buying a fairly large home north west of town on the Old Walpole Road.
When he saw pretty Jennie Lohr on the road, he couldn't resist.
There's less time between his killings and he seems to have used his new found knowledge down the road in Arkansas.
That's how long my little prize remained with me until my darling succumbed to the trials and tribulations of life on the road, with me.
I placed flowers on her road side resting place.
It was midafternoon before we got Howie on the road, first to Boston and then a flight west.
I'll pay a visit the beautiful mother on Greenbriar Road.
Keene, New Hampshire - Greenbriar Road.
The next bridge was on Carlton Road and originally dated back to 1789.
I parked by the horse shoe pits and ambled down the road, as if out for a woodland stroll.
I've pulled off to the side of the road to prepare for visitors.
There was a fender bender in the town square that delayed me but I wasted little time racing up the Surry road.
I obediently pulled to the side of the road.
If I can't today have this child so abruptly placed in police care, I shall drive down the road and find another.
I drove over to Greenbriar Road 'cause I figured I'd take a peek before I informed the Washington crowd of suits I had access to the place.
He must still have her and be on the road.
On the road, in California.
He tossed the cell on the side of the road.
The van was in a road side pull off.
We just received word of a horrific accident about ten miles up the road.
He accelerated amid a spray of pebbles as he raced after the receding tail lights far up the road.
With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.
Yully reached the turnoff for the cottage and sped as fast as she could through a winding road.
I think a kid is a while down the road!
They didn't drive long, and the car pulled off to the side of the road.
The scent of the ocean was on the air, and the area in front of them was guarded by tourist police while tourists camped out in small tents up and down the road.
Sofia pulled over to the side of the road to await the text and load the address into the car's GPS.
She started toward the road, away from the field of death.
Peeling out, she floored it and tore down the road.
She struggled for control, focusing on the road.
I played in a heavy metal band, I did some off-off-off Broadway gigs, and lots of road company stuff.
The good life on the road cleared me up.
"I suppose you're anxious to get back on the road," Dean hinted.
The words just lay there like road kill on a summer highway.
I always hit a different church when I'm on the road.
That's what a hundred and seventeen days on the road does to you!
He'd traveled that road before, more than once.
The couple was hoping to get on the road ahead of one or more of the feuding Dawkinses, who might be moseying to the same destination.
A hundred yards ahead of them the infrequently used Jeep road became impassable in a washed-out jumble of stone.
Then, glancing at the obstructed road before them, she added nervously, "Do you think we're on the right track?"
More than enough, but once we reach the main Jeep road we're sure to see someone.
Thunder tumbled down the San Juan Mountains, heralding the arrival of pelting rain that turned the Jeep road into a surging stream and the sky to an ominous shade of raven black.
Lydia lived in a newly constructed condo on Oak Street as it drifted out of the main body of town and became the back road to neighboring Ridgway, ten miles away.
The road ran parallel to the highway, with the Uncompahgre River separating the unpaved road from the main thoroughfare to the east.
The fact that Mrs. Worthington's sister was playing tourist on the road for at least the next two weeks made prospects bleak for catching up with Martha's bones, at least in the near future.
They drove south from town and in less than a quarter mile, turned right onto what was locally known as the Camp Bird Mine Road.
The road paralleled the river to their right and far below, which was most often hidden by the pine trees that blanketed the slope.
When they approached the area known as The Drinking Cup, the road narrowed and barely clung to the rock wall, a breath-gulping overhang hundreds of feet above the river.
Unlike most first-time riders of this spectacular road, she didn't shudder; instead she leaned far over for a better view, rattling a litany of praises.
The road continued to climb at a seemingly impossible grade, more rugged now with jagged rocks littering the uneven way.
From this higher level, Dean could see a patch of the road a thousand feet below him.
She must have hiked down the back way and met up with him down at the bend in the road, below where our Jeep is parked.
Once Dean turned from the highway; however, he had the road to himself.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
As Dean rounded a curve, he caught sight of the tail end of a white vehicle speeding down the cliff-hanging road on the far side of the deep valley—a sheriff's white Blazer was his first impression.
It wasn't a road designed for a high speed, for any reason.
The steep and narrow road was far too dangerous for anything but slow caution.
Thoughts raced through his mind of another crash, when Bird Song's very first guest had met a similar fate—but on a traveled highway, not a remote Jeep road deep in the San Juans.
He hurried the Jeep as fast as he dared on the gravel-slippery road where even a crawl seemed excessive.
The road darkened as he entered the trees and he turned on his headlamps, trying to avoid the rocks and boulders that littered the roadway.
The road remained in the trees and it seemed like hours before he was once again in the open and able to see the valley before him.
She'd not spoken a word since they'd left the road.
He wasn't sure if she had seen it, too, or she was afraid he was returning to the road without her.
They asked if he was injured and assured him they'd hoist him up to the road.
He stumbled the last few steps onto the road and into a glare of lights and buzz of activity.
Dean was seated on the step of a rescue vehicle when Lydia was pulled up to the road.
Did he run the kid off the road?
She looked once more at Dean, turned, and began hobbling down the road to her car.
I was out on the highway, and earlier, up the road to Engineer Pass.
A woman at the last house up the road heard the crash.
He planted vodka in his Jeep and then ran him off the road!
Finally, he doubled back and spent the return trip simply enjoying the country road.
The open road, absent all responsibilities, looked inviting—if the rules allowed him to take Cynthia along in the cart.
Both had driven up the Dexter Creek Road and knew the location.
The road was rough but not limited to four-wheel drive vehicles like the mountain Jeep roads to the south.
The Dexter Creek Road departed from the highway a few miles north of town and climbed sharply up the eastern escarpment of the valley.
The gravel road led past a small subdivision, then a few individual houses and small but beautiful Lake Lenoir, before climbing into the open and leading to a beautiful panorama of the Uncompahgre Valley and the snow-capped mountains to the west.
Once past the open vista, the road deteriorated, dropping into the forest on federal land.
Soon the road opened to the beautiful meadow of Thistle Farm.
I can't prove why you caused Billy Langstrom's death but I know you chased him off the road and I think I know why.
Sheriff Fitzgerald hardly gave Dean enough time to exit his vehicle before tearing off up the street in the direction of the mountain road.
It was dark as he peddled, headlamp on, down the side streets of the now-quiet town and out the back road the short distance to Lydia's place.
She turned to the right, up the unpaved Camp Bird Mine Road.
She crossed her heart as she pulled to the side of the narrow road to let a Jeep pass.
Nearing the old house, she spotted an unfamiliar truck parked beside the road.
Did you see that blue truck parked beside the road?
Maybe they were hunting up the road.
I saw a blue truck up the road and I thought – maybe a hunter.
"Out there," she pointed at the road and for the first time realized her hands were bloody.
I'm going to go back down the road and look.
After explaining the situation and giving her address, she turned down the road toward the nearest public area – a service station 2 miles away.
Ignoring the urge to go see if Lori was at the house, she continued down the road.
When she looked at him, he kept his eyes on the road.
This time, he was on a dirt road near a tiny village.
Dressed in a sundress and sandals, Deidre left the bungalow on the beach and walked down the long driveway to the small road.
She ran up the gravel road leading to the wooden door in the fortress.
She started across the street and down the road.
She forced herself to breathe deeply and continued towards the distant road.
Reaching the road, she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold again.
Daniela's dark form called from the road.
The high road was his curse.
It's likely not too far down the road.
He broke into a run when he reached the country road leading away from the compound.
She found a narrow, rocky road and hopped from rock to road, surprised to see an older man leading a donkey pulling a cart ahead of her.
Just a road leading to the small parking area and a closed ticket booth for the ferry.
Consignment store down the road.
The grass, the road, the steps…all were littered with bodies and soaked in blood.
Three forms with glowing tattoos were moving slowly toward the road, stopping to sift through the dead bodies.
They emerged from the shadow world and stood on a narrow, winding road.
The road leading to the castle was modern blacktop.
Kiki didn't knock the door down as he could, instead beating loudly enough for the sound to drift down the road.
A stone cottage up the road was the only sign of inhabitation, and a herd of sheep raised their heads as he neared.
I ask that, in the meantime, you refrain from attacking any Immortal traveling the road to the castle.
"On the main road only," the demon agreed.
She took the high road and ignored him.
The attackers were down the road.
The stone cliffs that walled the road on the opposite side wept icicles from every crevice, covering the surface in massive clusters of crystal spikes that sparkled in the dazzling sunlight.
The highway department would periodically close the road and, using explosive devices, create slides in a controlled condition, lessening the chance for a surprising and perhaps deadly run loosed by nature on the unsuspecting below.
Eight miles from Ouray, but still four miles from the summit of Red Mountain Pass, the road leveled out.
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