He rode slowly home along the banks of the dead river.

Riding slowly along the ranks, he felt the women's eyes following him, and the children's.

He turned away without a further word, riding slowly down the village street toward the west.

And turning the horse, he rode slowly from the town.

Once past the open space, she rode slowly down the street.

They ride slowly toward the square and the center of town.

He rode slowly up the road, not really thinking, just moving, reluctant to stop.

He rode slowly along the smoking line, looking at the faces.

And then we had to start very early, it seemed, for the crowd in the streets would make us ride slowly.

Reaching the bottom, he started through the trees, riding slowly.