1 It was a savagely red land, blood-colored after rains, brick dust in droughts, the best cotton land in the world.
2 At the sight of him, the Tarleton hounds rose up out of the red dust and stood waiting expectantly for their masters.
3 You kick up such a heap of dust that we're choking, said Scarlett, who felt that she could endure conversation no longer.
4 Rhett Butler removed a fine linen handkerchief from his coat pocket and idly flicked dust from his sleeve.
5 The red road lay checkered in shade and sun glare beneath the over-arching trees and the many hooves kicked up little red clouds of dust.
6 Looms that had gathered dust for years had been brought down from attics, and there were webs of homespun to be found in nearly every parlor.
7 The fringe of women on foot and in carriages grew greater and greater, and the heat of the close-packed bodies and dust rising from restless feet were suffocating.
8 She thought wildly: Let the whole Confederacy crumble in the dust.
9 The straggling line re-formed, the dust arose again in a red cloud as they moved off and Big Sam started up the singing again.
10 They passed Aunt Pitty's house, jolting over the bumpy road, packed with wounded and dying men, dripping blood into the red dust.
11 No troops raised the red dust with their tramping feet.
12 She noted how the leaves on the trees were still dark green but dry and heavily coated with red dust, and how withered and sad the untended flowers in the front yard looked.
13 The spurred horse went off as though on springs and Scarlett was left standing in the middle of the street with the red dust thick upon her ankles.
14 Through the tangle of ambulances and the clouds of dust, she could see doctors and stretcher bearers bending, lifting, hurrying.
15 Long lines of soldiers were passing, dust covered, sodden with weariness.