A scarred tree marked a turning point in the trail, so she slowed down.
They left the main road on a narrow trail consisting of two ruts.
She glanced down the trail and nodded.
Thus they circle until they fall upon the recent trail of a fox, for a wise hound will forsake everything else for this.
The trail couldn't have been a road... more likely a wash.
Deidre started down the trail, holding out her hands to the pine trees.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
She chose a trail that appeared to head in the general direction she wanted to go and began walking.
They hadn't traveled far down the trail before she got a peripheral view of the building.
They were forced to slow their pace when the trail became covered with slippery shale and the path grew steeper.
The trail was clear and level ahead of her, so she let her long legs stretch out.
As they moved down the trail to their parked Jeep, they heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.
A trail formed in any direction he wanted to walk.
With the exception of the trail, of course, but he never appeared to be in any hurry – coming or going there.
Best keep her eyes on the trail for any more footless friends.
Instantly the hand dropped and he turned back down the trail, speaking over his shoulder.
No longer able to register the world around her, she walked numbly towards the first trail she saw.
She stayed in the brush beside the trail, as she had done in her dream.
We let Bordeaux's horse loose a ways down the trail, hopin' he'd find it.
Lydia walked away from him, down the path to the beginning of the trail that led back to an area known as the Big Blue Wilderness.
Cynthia plopped down in her chair and waved away the trail of smoke.
Deidre didn't know what to do about the trail of broken hearts past-Deidre had left.
An armadillo stared at them from a rocky ledge as they passed, and a doe and her fawn darted across the trail not more than a hundred yards ahead, disappearing into the brush.
A vague trail led up the side of the mountain to the bluff.
At the top of the trail she paused to catch her breath.
Bordeaux pulled the team off the road, following a trail off through the pasture.
The sound of fighting erupted behind her, and she stopped before the trail curved out of sight to see Rhyn standing over his first victim, a demon in a jaguar form.
The trail led him to Kris.s large chamber, and he strode in without knocking.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
He carefully worked the ATV down a steep washed out trail that threatened to overturn the vehicle several times.
She took off, noting where she entered the woods, and using a tall Sycamore tree as a trail marker.
Yancey was down the trail to whatever he did for a living.
It was an hour later before they saw their first vehicle, an old Scout, battered and muddy, coming out of a side trail below them.
He wondered if it was Lydia Larkin, the new deputy, hot on the trail of a speeder.
Mansr ordered, waving them toward another small trail up a hill.
"This is what's interesting," he said, pointing to a trail leading from a stash house on the northeastern side of the city and dead ending in the desert.
He might not have known whose trail out of the tunnel he was sabotaging—just some trespasser in his precious mine.
The trail left by the falling vehicle reappeared, a tear in the earth, and a piece of unrecognizable metal.
The trail was narrow enough that she found herself running into his frame or leaning against him.
This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments.
A little further ahead, they glimpsed a white flash of tail as a deer bounded crossed the trail no more than fifty feet ahead of them.
The intruder rode slowly on the bumpy forest trail but as soon as he reached a paved roadway, Howie lost him.
Her eyes traveled with intent interest over his face and followed the trail of her fingers down his neck.
"And a trail of dead bodies you.ll never make up for," Kris replied.
As they came out on an open trail, he increased speed.
All that churning of sand and dust disguised their trail to some degree, but nothing could hide the trail of five heavy wagons.
The forest was similar but there was a trail I followed for a time.
He followed the trail to the edge of the carpet then took in the dirty dishes in the sink.
He looked around and found a familiar dirt trail that led to a large rock overlooking the desert he'd sat on earlier to watch the sunset.
They began the arduous climb, puffing in the high elevation for ten minutes until the trail leveled and opened to their left.
Her troubled gaze followed her trail back up the hill and she gasped.
She let her voice trail of suggestively and shrugged again.
She stopped at the edge, where the trail was nothing but mud.
He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.
Her groggy mind registered the fact that they would no longer leave a trail like a slug.
Poor Martha lacked even a minimal paper trail on her short, disjointed life.
She stopped and gazed around, spotting a small dirt trail a few feet away.
He loped along the trail through the forest and trotted into the park around the castle, where the person he least wanted to see awaited him with a glower and crossed arms.