buckskin

Still in his black buckskins, he had changed into a woman.

The one buckskin I had was not enough to make a shot.

She was just setting his buckskins on a big rock.

I had looked down upon him because he wore buckskin, and knew not books, learning, the history of the past.

She was wearing the white buckskin dress he had seen before.

I'll send a detail back here to find the guy in buckskins.

He had unfolded the buckskin, and gave it to her.

He wore buckskins, as many men did on the trail.

She joined him a short while later, feeling ridiculous in the buckskin.

Letting the buckskin have his head, he hurried along the road.

Buckskin should be washed in cold water, and air dried.

He mounted and took the lead rope of the little buckskin.

She had to check the buckskin and let it pick its own way across the rocks.

It felt good to be back in buckskins and moccasins again.

The boys picked the papers up and also a small bag of buckskin.

Ideally most or all of the smoke is forced through the buckskin.

Together they caught up the buckskin and led him back to the corral.

She was riding the big buckskin that had belonged to Jack.

Walking to the back of the cave, she approached the buckskin.

So I told him what pa said when we bought the buckskin, and for the first time he smiled.

She dusted off her buckskins by knocking them against each other.

The buckskin was one of the fastest horses he had ever owned.

Soon we were passing the dead buckskin at the foot of the rock slide.

Most of the men, he saw, wore buckskins, darkened by work and weather.

I still missed the stud, but the buckskin was at least a little familiar.