Few rivers on earth could twist and turn more than the Sulphur Fork of the Red.

A river, the Tao River, twists its way through the valleys below.

A bubbling river of acid twisted along the corridor.

The river twisted around the jagged rocks below.

A river of hard silver twisted downward toward the gorge where the Huntsmen were sheltering.

Ahead and to one side lay the river, broad and dirty yellow in color, twisting like a ribbon among gray slopes.

The river twisted and turned in a series of curves.

Below, the river twisted sharply to the west, and in this turn its breast was studded by a maze of tiny islands.

The river twisted around, seeking what seemed to be the most devious possible route.

To his right, the river twisted and turned through the bottomland, while thickets rose out of the adjacent backwaters.