Rod frowned at her, wondering if he was missing something.

Rod frowned and looked at the shadows along the battlements.

Rod frowned and ran his fingers over the metal box.

Rod frowned, concerned, and leaned down to rest a hand on his son's shoulder.

Rod frowned and forced the next words out even though they tore at him.

Rod frowned, trying to remember, then shook his head.

Rod frowned, wondering what the red face was about.

Rod frowned, looking up, staring through the darkness, trying to see to whom he was talking.

Rod frowned, glaring at the back of the horse's head.

Rod frowned at the lack of response; then his mouth tightened.