Dirt and grass flew up in the air around the thing.

Dirt flew into the air about a yard short of the cans.

Dirt and dust flew up from under his boots at every stride.

Dirt and cans flew as the rounds came in quick succession.

Ronnie said nothing; his shoulders bunched, and the dirt flew.

Leaves and dirt flew before the wind in quick gusts, then the rain washed over him.

Then dirt and sand flew around him, over the fire and into the soup pot.

Snow and dirt flew from beneath the hooves of the ponies.

They fell on their knees and crimson dirt flew.

Dirt flew just to the right of the piece of compressed clay.