The sound of her neck breaking was like a dry branch snapping.

This meant that the ground was firm, but there were few dry branches for fires.

In the morning the young men gathered more dry branches for the fire, but did not light it.

There are always dry branches, long dead, on the trunks of trees.

I ran, hands up to protect my face from the dry branches.

At that very instant the wind blew the dry branch of a bush right to our feet.

He giggled like a child and began collecting dry branches.

The dry branch was still fresh in my memory.

He found a dry branch and set about making a torch to light his way back to the clearing.

He lit a dry branch and brought it to her.