He looked the ridiculously beautiful wild girl up and down.

There were a couple of pretty wild girls working here.

The wild girl, in this place, was one such thing.

It faded as she met the gaze of the wild girl.

It would have taken years to set up, with the "wild" girl and all, but who cared?

The wild girl that both he and Ali had seen now.

Ali couldn't believe the wild girl was fifty years old, if not older.

The wild girl stepped close and offered her a hand up.

There was this wild girl who'd moved into the neighborhood.

That had been years ago, when she was nineteen, still a wild girl then, who went her own way in all things.