The war was five thousand miles away, yet they could already hear boot steps approaching.
A pair of younger country groups — both with two boys, one girl — are stomping firmly in these bands' boot steps.
A high-heeled boot stepping out of a stolen red Ferrari into a muddy Emmerdale ditch means only one thing: Charity Dingle is back.
They'd heard about the boot steps on the stairs of the old Virginia fort, and the Northern California gold-rush-era hotel where female guests woke with hand-shaped bruises around their necks.
Then, a little farther down, the words "Crimes of the Revolutionary Guards" appear beside a picture of someone's uniformed leg and black combat boot stepping triumphantly on a pile of decapitated heads.
This wouldn't be such a bad fate; baked by James Belisle, the bread is outstanding, with a dense, mildly tangy rye and whole wheat crumb beneath a thick band of crust that shatters with a noise like a motorcycle boot stepping on a bag of potato chips.
"A few seconds later I hear these heavy boot steps coming toward me down a ramp -- like a concentration camp guard or something -- and this stone-faced woman, the manager, barks out, 'What's the problem here?' I told her I'd ordered a medium-rare steak, not what I got.
The Edinburgh captain, who had a mixed night with the boot, stepped up to record their first win in Wales since 2009.
The lack of boot-step slots in the bumper side makes getting into the bed awkward.
On the day I visited her there last summer, Dench, in Wellington boots, stepped lively on the overgrown path.
A big kid in ski boots stepped on my bare toes and broke them the day before a race, and the next day I won.
