The second man was about five foot seven, with dark gold hair cut very short.

She tossed the gold hair back over her shoulder and laughed up at me.

Then she saw the glint of bright gold hair in the light.

The man who entered had a shock of gold hair, a pale, tired face.

His sister, he knew, would give anything to have that thick fall of light gold hair.

He looked down at me, using all that gold hair to cover die scarred side of his face.

That vibrant gold hair, the warm blue eyes, the laugh.

Angela shook back her rich gold hair and laughed as the light turned green.

Yes, that's right, the one with the gold hair and the big blue eyes!

His reddish gold hair was gleaming in the morning sun.