A rider moving along the western rim saw them and waved.

The old brown - watchdragon called good hunting from the fire- heights, and his rider waved.

The rider waved.

The rider of the second dragon waved his hand.

One plumed rider waved a feathered hat: that would be George Pickett.

Their riders waved.

The two riders waved a greeting and swung up on their beasts.

The rider waved his pistol and shouted, "Viva Fiesta!"

Way back on the track he had taken from the city, heading his way, a rider stood up in the saddle and waved frantically.

But the rider waved him off imperiously, swaying to the check, and drew in his rein with quick, reassuring gentleness.