Even near rivers there was often little more than tangled brush.

Bourne lurched into the tangled brush on the right side of the path.

The tangled brush closed again, leaving no sign of the hidden path.

They drew themselves out of the tangled brush and followed the unwild woman back to the spring.

If there was someone in there, then they were a long way from the only reasonably clear path through the tangled brush.

Eagerly they pushed their way through the tangled brush to where Woodrow stood.

The trees and tangled brush on both sides of the road were the same.

Then one after another the figures raced out of the tangled brush into the path.

Roland shouted when they reached the line of tangled brush.

She finally turned and started to run, but immediately her foot caught among the tangled brush.