noun
definition
A wine coming from that area.
example
We had a nice bottle of Bordeaux last night.
definition
A Bordeaux mixture.
Examples of bordeaux in a Sentence
This here is Chauncey Bordeaux.
Bordeaux dismounted, surveying the camp, landscape and men in one rolling glance.
Davis was watching Bordeaux intently with an unreadable expression.
Bordeaux, this saucy little peach is Cassie Rinehart.
I don't think she's as impressed with your hunting skills as you are, Bordeaux.
Cassie glanced sharply at Bordeaux.
Bordeaux was retrieving the rabbits from the sand.
One thing was obvious about Bordeaux.
Bordeaux, this is Casey Fritz, Hank Royce, and John Davis.
Apparently Pete wasn't concerned about Bordeaux getting lost.
Her thoughts turned to Bordeaux.
Her voice trailed off as realized he was talking to Bordeaux.
Bordeaux studied the dust through a pair of field glasses.
Bordeaux lowered the glasses and shrugged in a way that was both elegant and masculine.
Bordeaux slung a long leg around his saddle horn and tucked the glasses into his saddlebag.
The captain chewed on his mustache and eyed Bordeaux thoughtfully.
Bordeaux casually lifted his gaze to the captain.
The captain glanced at Pete and then addressed Bordeaux again.
Bordeaux was watching her in a way that brought color to her cheeks again.
Pete squinted up at Bordeaux.
Had he hired Bordeaux?
Bordeaux turned his mount to walk beside her.
She peered out from under her wagon and found the smiling face of Bordeaux.
Maybe Bordeaux had already talked to him.
She shrugged and glanced at Bordeaux, who was approaching the fire.
She handed Bordeaux a plate full of flapjacks she had been keeping warm by the fire and poured some honey over the top.
I thought maybe you were sick this morning when I saw Bordeaux harnessing your mules.
Bordeaux lifted a quizzical brow.
Bordeaux helped her up on her wagon seat and she smiled down at him.
Bordeaux jumped back as her wagon moved to catch up with the others.
If she encouraged Bordeaux, the others would think the door was open.
Of course, Bordeaux wasn't part of the group.
If Bordeaux was around, he kept out of sight.
Wherever Bordeaux was, he was probably more comfortable than the rest of them.
Bordeaux sat on his horse, looking genuinely surprised at her reaction.
By the time Bordeaux returned with the cut up snakes, she had lard sizzling in a large skillet.
Bordeaux's shadowy form materialized out of the darkness.
Bordeaux stepped forward, and before she had time to protest, he swept her up and deposited her on the back of the bay.
She misjudged the distance in the dark and landed on Bordeaux's foot.
Maybe it was Bordeaux.
She glanced at Bordeaux, who was squatting near the fire, putting his breakfast away.
Noticing Bordeaux was the only one who didn't have coffee, she poured another cup and handed it to him.
They thought she was setting her cap for Bordeaux.
She glanced quickly at Bordeaux, who was giving his coffee undue attention.
Did Bordeaux think she was flirting?
Bordeaux's eyes twinkled and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Bordeaux was the closest thing she'd had to a friend in a long time... other than Pete, of course.
But Bordeaux had a sense of humor that sought and found her own.
Bordeaux was stretched on the sand outside the firelight, leaning on one elbow while he ate.
Both Fritz and Royce laughed, but Davis and Pete glanced sharply at Bordeaux.