Whatever weapons the dead riders had carried were long gone.

Even then, in many cases, the rider would carry a bottle of their own two-stroke oil.

The rider, well poised and confident, carried himself with a definite swagger.

The first rider through the gate carried a long black banner.

The three riders who had arrived with him half carried him from the field.

Her fellow riders carried past her without ever looking up.

Most riders carry water and a banana to tide them over before and after the lunch stop.

I did not go down; I knew by the chill in my blood the news the rider carried.

The riders we killed were carrying around three days of supplies.