I stopped at the fence and addressed the man on the other side.

If things go well, you hang out at the fence and talk.

He heard a noise at the fence and looked out across the park.

They could get up, run out the door and meet me at the fence.

You drop me off at the fence and keep going.

He turned, ready for his next go at the fence.

What did he see at the fence and on the highway?

He took a good look at the fence and it would be a tough one to get over.

He hadn't come this far, seen so many good friends die, to lose at the last fence.

I used to catch people standing at the back fence, looking in.