All was dark and still when we next came through the pines.

There was no more sound of the large something moving through the pines.

We sit and listen to the wind through the pines.

Robert Jordan said to the big woman as they walked through the pines together.

They walked through the ragged pines for several more hours.

There was no sound except for the breeze through the pines below us.

A small valley was visible through the pines below them.

But we were all looking ahead anyway, waiting for the bright blue lake to break through the pines.

I see a deer move about two hundred yards ahead and above us through the pines.

To her left was a dim trail up through the pines.