The mayor finally turned the documents over to the city's archives.

The mayor turned to the window that faced toward the houses.

The mayor turned to face him as he considered it, forcing a little smile.

The mayor turned his back and the whole group huddled together, muttering to one another.

The mayor turned his head and saw the scoped rifle.

How can a mayor or a community in the United States turn their back on this group of kids?

So the mayor turned around and hiked back up to the local track.

The mayor, lost in thought, took a few short steps down the corridor, then stopped and turned to face the chief of police.

The mayor turned to Mason, his mouth and eyes fighting over which could open wider.

The mayor turned to a man whose face was marked with a broad scar.