Emma was wearing a sweater, walking around her new backyard, examining the flowers that grew well in the protection of a sturdy redwood fence.

A: I certainly do - a redwood fence about six feet high.

The Sweet Christine, moored at her very doorstep, was concealed entirely by a high redwood fence.

They kind of back up to little open courts, and there's so many redwood fences it's like a maze back in there.

He had no way of knowing which side of the redwood fence the perp had jumped.

He ran to the redwood fence and looked over.

At the rear of the yard, she sprang at the redwood fence, boosted herself up and squirmed over the top, scraping her thigh in the process.

From there, she could see the high redwood fence that ran alongside the property.

On her way to the laundry room, she looked at the high redwood fence and listened for the splashy sound of swimming.

"It's behind a redwood fence with a hidden gate."