The final run to Georgetown was a short six miles, but it took the soldier forty minutes, hitting every red light on the way.

A full-rigged ship was bearing down upon them a short mile away.

I made the turn south onto Route One, about a mile short of 1-95.

And a short million miles above the gibberish people are the snake-handlers.

He won twice last year going a mile and a sixteenth, 110 yards shorter.

Funny thing, though: he had me let him off about a mile short of where he was going.

Freedom was only ten short miles away, yet they were going to head inland.

About a mile short of the lighthouse, the truck turned right.

The radio call came in a mile short of the county line.

Over the short miles I heard the music.