Unless they were gone by then.
Dean's Jeep was at the uphill end of the line of cluttered vehicles and Lydia Larkin was long gone by the time he was free to leave.
Telluride's sixty-six trails, spread over more than a thousand acres, were an awesome change from the crowded slopes Dean had skied in the East in years gone by.
Cynthia served a pot roast, simple but delicious, reminding Dean of Sundays in years gone by.
Jenn armed herself with as many weapons as she could then left her backpack, expecting the rest to be gone by the time she returned.