What is "rutted"

Usage examples of "rutted".

He took three wrong turnings, the third into a winding country road that crossed and recrossed a river, only to deteriorate to a boreen and then end in a rutted field.

Although the road north and a rutted track leading west remained clear, a barricade made up of handcarts, a wagon, and felled logs had been thrown up across the road where it continued southward.

The Expedition jounced and jumped along rutted ground beneath black trees, Hickey sitting stiff behind the wheel.

Seconds after he intersected the rutted tracks, he heard footsteps running toward him, coins jangling in a pocket.

The rutted track disappeared, leaving nothing but native totara and karaka and a narrow track leading up to the clearing at the summit.

It is a chaotic arrangement of mean huts, wooden skillings, slaughter yards, knackeries, cow pens, leather tanners, open sewers, broken fences, rutted streets, one-shilling hells and taverns, all crawling with rats and mangy cats.

Americans, and all the million casual moments of their lives, with Bascom blazing at them from a dozen pulpits, Bascom, tortured by love and madness, walking the streets of the nation, stumping the rutted roads, muttering through darkness with clasped bony hands, a gaunt and twisted figure reeling across the continent below immense and cruel skies.

Carter also went ashore, and looked curiously upon the rutted streets where wooden ox carts lumbered and feverish merchants cried their wares vacuously in the bazaars.

It was with quickened speed that he trudged on toward the village, over a rutted dirt road.

Was it not enough that you rutted on the belly of my wife, and saddled me with your bastard?

The blue van bumped and weaved over the rutted lanes, passing the dismal shebeens and whorehouses, and then crossed the invisible line from the old into the new section that the same civil servant would describe as comfortable modem bungalows.

A rutted lane ran toward it, between hawthorn hedges twined with dog-roses.

Inside these ugly, unaccommodating hutches, man and domestic beast -- goat, ox, pig, dog -- stake equal squatting rights to the smoky and disordered hearths, although the dogs often grow rabid and rush frothing through the rutted streets like streams in spate.

Paralleling and occasionally crossing the river was a rutted, muddy trail that connected Uva and Garrett and the few smaller cow towns in between, and slowly churning westward along it was a Special Pontiac closed wagon, pulled by two Jenny Lind-bridled Morgans.

They were in the forest now, pushing through a tangled mass of manzanita, following a tiny path which nevertheless was rutted deep with footprints.