It came into view, a big black pickup with enormous tires.

The black pickup roared to a stop in front of the house, and Wolf got out.

There was no sign of the black pickup, thank the good Lord.

The first time I went by, a man was getting out of a blue or maybe black pickup.

Standing next to it on the gravel was the black pickup I'd seen the day before outside the coffee shop.

The driver from the black pickup was sitting at the lunch counter.

Same black pickup as I'd seen three times before.

Kliner was standing in the lot, next to the black pickup.

I thought it was the rear end of a black pickup.

Just then a big black pickup pulled up and parked right in front of the newspaper office.