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“Me either,” I muttered, rubbing my neck as I looked around the area. I never even heard of Juniper Hollow. I knew West Virginia was full of small towns where people kept to themselves and just existed. Just simple country folks living as they wanted.
Nothing wrong with that.
Still, I had no idea how I ended up here.
“Well, there’s your bike,” the young woman said, pointing to my mangled bike. That is, what remained of it, if anything did remain. My beautiful bike lay in pieces surrounding a large oak tree. If I didn’t know any better, it looked as if I hit the tree head on.
Shit.
Reaching into my cut, I searched for my cellphone to find it missing. Patting my jeans, I looked around the area, only finding parts of my bike.
“Damn,” muttered, rubbing my face. “Don’t suppose you have a phone I can use?”
“I’m sorry no. We don’t get cell service out here.”
“A vehicle?”
“Got a donkey and a wagon. You’re welcome to it. The nearest town with a phone is about an hour trip by wagon, that way,” the woman said, pointing towards the east.
I had to have heard her wrong.
Did she just say a wagon and donkey?
“Skylar!” a kid screamed bloody murder.
The hairs on my neck standing up.
That wasn’t just any scream.
That was trouble with a capital ‘T’.
The young woman took off running like a bat out of hell. Following her, I had no problem keeping up with her when we came to a clearing, skidding to a stop. Her little brother kicked and fought as hard as he could as a big burly man held him up by the scruff of his shirt, shaking him like a rag doll.
“Let the boy go,” I growled, taking a step forward. “Now.”
“Ain’t none of yer business, mister. So, fuck off,” the man said, shaking the kid more.
“Clive, stop!” Skylar yelled.
“Want my money or I’m taking the kid. Unless you want to make other arrangements,” the man sneered, grabbing his crotch as he licked his lips.
The woman shivered. “I’d rather eat shit, asshole. Now, let my brother go before you really piss me off.”
“Ain’t leaving without my money.”
“What’s he talking about?” I asked the now angry woman.
“Asshole thinks I jipped him. He wants compensation.”
“Don’t you use those fancy words? You know I don’t know them!”
“That’s because you are an in-bred hillbilly hick!”
“Sissy, he’s tearin’ up my shirt!” her brother yelled, trying to kick the fat fucker.
Skylar bent down and picked up a large branch. Snapping it in half, the young woman held both pieces tightly, as she approached the hulking man as if he were nothing. “Let my brother go before I beat your ass.”
The fat fucker dropped the kid to the ground and took a step back. The kid ran straight for me, grabbing my leg, hiding behind me as he shouted. “Kick his ass, sissy!”
