1 Scarlett burrowed her head in the dusty upholstery and screamed again.
2 It was gray and dusty, and sweat had streaked long rivulets across his cheeks.
3 Noon came and the sun was high and hot and not a breath of air stirred the dusty leaves.
4 The width of the continent might have spread between her and home instead of twenty- five miles of dusty road.
5 When they had rounded the curve of the dusty road that hid them from Tara, Brent drew his horse to a stop under a clump of dogwood.
6 Autumn with its dusty, breathless heat was slipping in to choke the suddenly quiet town, adding its dry, panting weight to tired, anxious hearts.
7 Finally, she could not talk at all and only stared out of the window at the hot still street and the dusty leaves hanging motionless on the trees.
8 Yesterday she had worked until she was worn out in the dusty old barn of an Armory draping yellow and pink and green cheesecloth on the booths that lined the walls.
9 Scarlett held wobbling heads that parched lips might drink, poured buckets of water over dusty, feverish bodies and into open wounds that the men might enjoy a brief moment's relief.
10 The dusty red road was empty and lifeless, and the only sounds in the village were a few whoops and drunken laughs that floated on the still twilight air from a saloon far down the street.
11 Oh, Ellen-- She trudged on down the dusty hill, passing the heap of ashes and the stumpy chimney where the Slattery house had stood, and she wished savagely that the whole tribe of them had been part of the ashes.
12 There were so many men jolting down this dark, dusty road whom she knew so well, so many men dying here before her eyes, mosquitoes and gnats swarming their bloody faces, men with whom she had danced and laughed, for whom she had played music and sung songs, teased, comforted and loved--a little.