Her hair swung against his face, and something metal fell.

Thick dark hair swung around her head as she stared at him.

The grimy hair swung as he nodded at the - money.

And her hair swinging across his face and the taste of it.

Janet nodded, her thick brown hair swinging against each cheek.

The bloody hair swung at his belt as he charged for a hut.

The woman's hair swung prettily as she turned her head to laugh at someone out of sight.

Mary looked up at him; her hair swung back, a soundless bell of gold.

Her long hair swung across the small of her back like a pendulum.

Her hair swung wildly back and forth in front of her face.