At the festival, the Coachmans lined up their carriages, ready for the parade.

Coachman smiled nervously when his childhood friend recognized him at the reunion.

The coachman tightened the reins as the carriage rolled through the foggy morning streets.

During our trip, we stopped at Coachman's Cove to watch the sunset over the bay.

His coachmanship was apparent as he navigated the narrow mountain pass with steady hands.