Then I heard the laughing of the men, and turned again toward the fire.

But instead he turned toward the fire again and was lost.

He watched her walk back through the soft night toward the fire.

He turned toward the fire when she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

It put the older man under pressure and drove him back toward the fire.

He twisted again, turned his head back toward the fire.

Then he turned toward the fire and brought his hands around in front of him.

She got up and walked toward the fire but turned back after a few steps.

And I reached my hands toward the fire a distance off.

I didn't want to look, but forced myself to turn my head toward the fire.