Boggy backwater

Usage examples of bayou.

Hence, he had no need to turn and watch Steven escort the last missing member of unique bayou banditry into the stable.

He waved at the green bateau, then pointed at the bayou with a sideways nod.

Rarely does it occur to Bev that she has no good reason to compete with a woman Jay fantasizes about chopping up and feeding to the alligators and crawfish in the bayou outside their door.

The caravan passed through a black slum far out in the parish, crossed a bridge over a coulee, and turned down a shell road that led to a cluster of burial crypts in a cemetery by the bayou.

In essence, according to her mother, Valerie had the wherewithal to bury the entire LeDeux clan and the bayou environmentalists along with them.

Algiers, and walked the three miles or so to the head of Bayou des Familles, through cypress swamps that crowded along the edges of the higher land near the river.

It was slave-stealer country, smuggler country, and as they worked their way by pirogue down Bayou des Familles to Little Barataria Bayou, and from there through the low mazes of the marshlands, January and Natchez Jim took turns sleeping, and never let their hands be far from their completely illegal guns.

Madame Hayle, ascending by another with the Bayou Sara priest, espied the nurse and beckoned her.

The terms and all its connotations ran roughshod across his brain as he followed Merissa toward the sound of the splash and the bayou.

Through the vaporous bayou mists, Selene saw a black man and woman, presumably the voodoo priest, Papaloi, and the queen, Mamoloi.

She worked three to eleven as an assistant manager at the Quik Pik on La Rue Dumas in Bayou Breaux and figured she deserved a beer or two after eight hours of clearing gas pumps, selling lottery tickets, and running teenagers off before they could shoplift the place into bankruptcy.

Apparently they and the Sagesses were visiting every residence on the bayou road in an effort to ferret out any information about the young woman that had supposedly become lost.

Big Baddeck, a black, sedgy, lonesome stream, to Middle River, which debouches out of a scraggy country into a bayou with ragged shores, about which the Indians have encampments, and in which are the skeleton stakes of fish-weirs.

There were sledders on the slopes leading down to the bayou, and kids ran and cavorted about the frozen playground equipment under the watchful, indulgent eyes of adults.

Sunset Limited was going to catch him and his dozer on the Bayou Canot bridge and mash man and machine into the trackage like a discarded can of pop.