Woods reached for Susan and held her close to him.

Wood, on the other hand, holds fast to the earth.

The trees and woods in its valley held their shapes now for some time.

Not ten minutes ago you and young Wood were holding hands.

Suddenly Woods was at 12 under, holding just a one-stroke lead.

But the wood held less interest to him than a green knoll several hundred feet away, south of the creek.

In each of his eight major victories, Woods has held or shared the lead after three rounds.

Lex prayed that the wood would hold together long enough to get them to the top.

To my hand, the wood held only a faintly reassuring warmth.

Why would wood hold them longer than, say, fabric?