bandannaed

Biketoberfest has them arriving in droves, tough guys and biker chicks, tattooed, bandannaed, scruffy and very cool though quite intimidating.

dining with bikers Dean Francis Alfar 2004

Biketoberfest has them arriving in droves, tough guys and biker chicks, tattooed, bandannaed, scruffy and very cool though quite intimidating.

Archive 2004-10-01 Dean Francis Alfar 2004

The red-bandannaed one and his companion, who had apparently been waiting for the signal, retreated backward to the end of the car, still keeping the passengers covered.

Bucky O'Connor William MacLeod Raine 1912

Lincoln-green, the Yeoman of the Guard, the bandannaed smuggler of the southeast coast.

The Voice in the Fog Harold MacGrath 1901

Presently we were sitting at the table, pledging each other in well-cooled champagne; and it was not long after this that not only the negro who waited on us was plainly reveling in John's remarks, but also the cook, with her bandannaed ebony head poked round the corner of the kitchen door, was doing her utmost to lose no word of this entertainment.

Lady Baltimore Owen Wister 1899

One gets a picture of the scene: The thin and deficient shadows stretching themselves across the parched bottom lands as the sun slid down behind the trees of Eden's swamp lot; the heat waves of a blistering hot day still dancing their devil's dance down the road like wriggling circumflexes to accent a false promise of coolness off there in the distance; the ominous emptiness of the landscape; the brooding quiet, cut through only by the frogs and the dry flies tuning up for their evening concert; the bandannaed negress wrangling at the weeds with her hoe blade inside the rail fence; and, half sheltered within the lintels of the office doorway of his mill, Dudley Stackpole, a slim, still figure, watching up the crossroad for the coming of his adversaries.

The Best Short Stories of 1921 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story Various 1915

One gets a picture of the scene: The thin and deficient shadows stretching themselves across the parched bottom lands as the sun slid down behind the trees of Eden's swamp lot; the heat waves of a blistering hot day still dancing their devil's dance down the road like wriggling circumflexes to accent a false promise of coolness off there in the distance; the ominous emptiness of the landscape; the brooding quiet, cut through only by the frogs and the dry flies tuning up for their evening concert; the bandannaed negress wrangling at the weeds with her hoe blade inside the rail fence; and, half sheltered within the lintels of the office doorway of his mill, Dudley Stackpole, a slim, still figure, watching up the crossroad for the coming of his adversaries.

Sundry Accounts 1910