The branch swung, she caught my arm, and no doubt at that moment tried to vanish.

Two more branches, one of them broken by a grenade, swung toward Nessman.

The branches swung out of the way, and the RV drove on.

The main branch has swung north across Oregon.

The tree swayed, her branch swinging up and down, while she struggled to hold on.

The branches swung away, and they found themselves gazing at a perfect pool, its waters like a gem.

I ducked as a thick branch swung at me.

She forced aside the brush, looked carefully inside, then stepped in, letting the branches swing back.

He had brought a young slave boy from the estate to place the branches steady for him to swing his axe.

Their branches swung almost down to the ground in places.