The air is thick with acrid dust and the smells of open sewage.

The mortar dust, thick, acrid, caught in her throat; she coughed.

The grumble of stone on stone threaded down the tunnel behind them, and Jones tasted acrid dust in her mouth.

The moonlit night air was thick with smoke and an acrid dust from the crossfire.

I twisted adroitly as a gang of shrieking children ran by, raising a dun-tinted wake of acrid dust.

The falling logs, charred and disintegrating, settled in a flurry of acrid dust.

Ryan clung to him, keeping him pinned, coughing as their struggle kicked up clouds of acrid dust.

Adding to the fumes of four million cars cramming the streets was the acrid dust billowing out from a construction boom gone haywire.

A streak of endless ruts and potholes covered with a deep film of fine, acrid dust.

Doc whooped, slapping his thigh so that a great cloud of acrid dust billowed from his breeches.