Rosser had attacked the pickets at the fords and was driving them in.
The fords are treacherous, with shifting bottom and changing currents.
There had been a certitude that the battle would join about these fords.
And there were sunsets, and sand, and cactus and mountains, and campers and Fords.
The horses were tired, the bridge was barricaded, the fords were unknown.
They all rushed forward to the bridge, onto it, and to the fords and the boats.
You have the right stuff in you, I warrant—all the Fords have.
He who best disturbs the fords Is proclaimed the chief of lords.
The journey to Pethor was by the oasis of Tadmor and the fords at Carchemish.
Fords change—it takes a native and an expert to feel safe with them.