But the wind or something pulled it to the right.
The rising wind from the west tugged and pulled at him.
Perhaps it was thinking things over, watching them with two good eyes while the wind pulled it west.
The wind passed over the leading edges and pulled her upward.
The wind pulled at the door, causing it to close slowly.
She opened her own door and the wind did pull it away from her.
Her body was on the edge of something, like a high cliff where the wind both pulled and pushed.
Yes, he said, you can be hoisted off your feet a bit "if the wind pulls it back."
That wind pulled us and we actually went through the wall.
The wind nearly pulled it out of her hands.
