Then he rolled from under the truck and stood again in the bitter November wind.

The November wind slapped hard at his face when he stepped outside.

The thought formed sometimes, like now, and blew through him like the November wind.

It was like the sound a bitter November wind makes in a stand of denuded oaks.

The sound was as lonely as November wind are they so faint?

It had been a day of wild November wind, closing down into a wet, eerie twilight.

With that he rode out of camp, turning north into a November wind.

When he stepped out, a whine of November wind filled the place he'd left.

I was chilled not only by the water and the cold November wind, but by fear of what might be happening behind us.

He leaned against a wall and watched as people hurried through the unusually frigid November wind.