A day's ride brought us to the marching camp.

An hour's ride brought him to the summit of a small rise which offered a view northwards.

A short ride brought them to the vicinity of Windler's residence.

Half an hour's ride brought them within sight of the castle.

A thirty-minute ride brought us to the edge of an ancient forest.

The ride and the early air had brought color to her cheeks.

A short ride through the streets brought him to the local police station where he was transferred into a larger but equally dismal cell.

A long ride brought us to the Atascosa, where we stayed all night.

A ride to be remarked, yet every day had brought worse news.

The next ride brought him to Nashville, where he found a job as a songwriter for $50/week.