But for a moment, everything else disappeared as he pulled the red tunic over his head.

The young woman who had worn the beautiful red tunic the day before was smiling at her.

On his way there met him a man in a red tunic.

Beside them, on a stool, sat a boy in a red tunic.

One was wearing a red tunic and the other command gold.

The sun caught his vivid red tunic against the brown and gray.

She did something to her red tunic that enabled him to see down inside its front.

The men in red tunics were louder than anyone else.

Their red tunics made it look almost as if the earth itself were bleeding.

The next time you see those red tunics, you'll have a weapon in hand.