Her yards were bare and cockabill.
It must have been 50 yards away and it's dark.
A car was parked on the far side of the woods, about a hundred yards from the house.
He carried her about a hundred yards and then set her on her feet, slapping her backside with a sting that brought tears to her eyes.
Dean couldn't tell, but it was many yards away.
Carts piled high with household utensils, chairs, and cupboards kept emerging from the gates of the yards and moving along the streets.