I stepped further toward the road, looking up and down.

I ran back the way we had come, then hung a right toward the road.

"We wait until last light and go back toward the road."

His eyes were straight ahead, as if looking toward the road that the car was following.

Now, far ahead, a white shape moved free of the trees and toward the road.

He turned and ran up toward the road without another word.

After about an hour the young dog got up and started to walk toward the road.

He continued to walk away from the building, down toward the road.

She gave me a puzzled look, then turned and took a step toward the road.

At that moment he looked up again, toward the road.