I caught up with her as she skidded to a stop on the muddy trail.

Over the crest, down, up again, and they came out on a muddy double trail carved through the forest.

Finally, the last rank of wolves passed, leaving the trail black and muddy.

He walked out of the room, leaving a muddy trail behind him.

The muddy trail they had left last night was perfectly clear- up the center of the stairs.

The day was clear and hot, without clouds, the muddy trail starting to dry out.

Then he set off down the muddy trail, a wry expression on his face.

Instead he kept going east along a less traveled and even muddier trail, just wide enough for one car or van.

Behind me down the muddy trail paced the dog again.

We were going to be a day late, however, for our coach had overturned three miles back on the muddy trail.