swift-running

When I did, I found him by the banks of the small, swift-running stream that skirts the village, quite alone.

Duet « A Fly in Amber 2010

Eliza went to the door and had a look, taking the precaution of putting on her boots first, which was a good thing; the path outside was no longer a path but a small, swift-running river, channelling its way through the rough ground on its way downhill.

You Don't Take Names Ajay Nair 2010

In the background, Jesse and Ruth and Kate were turning somersaults on the grass, their tanned bodies netted with the sunlight shining through a tree, the river cold and rock-bottomed and swift-running behind them.

Rain Gods James Lee Burke 2009

In the background, Jesse and Ruth and Kate were turning somersaults on the grass, their tanned bodies netted with the sunlight shining through a tree, the river cold and rock-bottomed and swift-running behind them.

Rain Gods James Lee Burke 2009

In the background, Jesse and Ruth and Kate were turning somersaults on the grass, their tanned bodies netted with the sunlight shining through a tree, the river cold and rock-bottomed and swift-running behind them.

Rain Gods James Lee Burke 2009

But Carrington realized that his infantrymen were no match for the slippery Indians on their swift-running horses.

THE AMERICAN WEST DEE BROWN 2007

Past this strip of woodland lay open ground stretching all the way to the river's edge, which was here steep because of the way the swift-running current cut under the land.

Spirit Gate 2006

Masters of the conciliatory phrase and cunning proclamation those swift-running, sharp-toothed warriors might be, but when words failed them, Lwo-Dvuum knew that they would not hesitate to butcher any who stood in their way.

Sliding Scales Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2004

Godric had built his hermitage in the long, tight curve of the river Wear, in a small clearing among the thick-grown trees, and except when visitors came deliberately aside from the road to Durham there was only the sound of the swift-running water and the whispering of trees.

Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine 2003

Godric had built his hermitage in the long, tight curve of the river Wear, in a small clearing among the thick-grown trees, and except when visitors came deliberately aside from the road to Durham there was only the sound of the swift-running water and the whispering of trees.

Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine 2003