For the next 22 years or so, the brothers ran the family business.
The brother ran across the street to a neighbor who called 911.
His oldest brother ran away and was not heard from by the family until many years later.
His brother ran the hospital which gave him the diagnosis.
His brother ran with him, drawn to the smell of blood and death.
His brothers ran a trading business left to them by their dead father.
Mom and my older brother Scott ran everything in the household.
When I visit him at home, his brothers run to greet me.
The brothers ran the company until the mid-1940s, when they turned it over to their sons.
Watching him get drowned in the well, the older brother runs away from the village.