A moment later, both men were rolling on the ground.

The man rolled off of her, turning as he did.

The fat man rolled his eyes, but there were only two of them.

I didn't think a man could be that fast, rolling and all.

Behind him, men rolled the traveling can of his father forward.

The two men rolled through the dark until they hit a bench.

The man rolled off of her, reached for his shirt.

The old man rolled over to his elbow and sat up.

"A man who drops dead to the ground doesn't roll around much."

"Thank you," the man said and rolled up the window.