Natural Wonder: Chapter 2, End to Restraint
He'd seen what they called a "logger" and the site that those kinds of people set up; and he'd succinctly put a stop to it too, and driven those people back to their mainland.
Wrath of a Hellhound Chapter 1
I've told him he's not going to be a logger! he has too much potential for that! he needs good job for mate and pups! you're his father! you help him or no more soulož for you!"
WANTED: MiLF's
His form was built like the logger he was, but at the same time, the facade he put on hid the true nature of his life. he was gay.
Bus Stop (Chapter 1)
The structure must have been there since before the loggers had taken half the forest. despite its disrepair, it still looked inviting because of how the sun lit up the cottage.
Shadowfox 05
The gps logger now plugged into shadowfox's new notebook computer had, until recently, been attached to it. the highest speed it recorded was an impressive 160 kph, heading north on revere beach road.
Yindi and the Icebreaker
Come to think of it, i think i remember wanting to be one of those freaks who camps out in trees when the loggers came. i told dad about it. he was so proud. damn, that was a _really_long time ago.
The Accursed Pt 2
Soon as loggers took notice of him their work began to still. murmurings broke into panicked sounds of alarm, as if kemly already stood a wolf before them. carrow must not have wasted time telling the town what happened yesterday. only yesterday?
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf: Chapter 19
"yep...although your dad is still a logger by trade" she said. his father sat back up and snickered. "you should be fine, percy" he said before he rubbed his forehead. "i would be more worried about hiding this from the rest of the family.
When Tomorrow Comes Act I, Chapter 5
As a consequence, the bug wasted no time in silencing the logger-turned-soldier with a quick stab through the head.
Chronicles of Cyro Part II
It didn't take me long to reach an encampment of loggers. it was obvious that the place had been decimated; it was also obvious that it had been abandoned. it was strange, though, that i didn't sense the scent of blood or decay.
a differant kind of job
I was in my boxers still tied up and out in the middle of no where thank gods for v loggers those odd ball youtubers that film places no longer visited or used often.
Sanctuary
Every logger who'd pulled my chain with stories about monsters that lived in the woods. every story from the old frontier diaries i read. the thing the natives called _sasq'ets_.