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I run at a pace that gets me closer to the tourist as fast as possible without leaving me winded, knowing I might have to catch up with them and explain very clearly they have made a wrong turn and why they had to leave.
Of course, people don’t always want to leave, but the shotgun does tend to help with that, too.
The closer I get, the more I begin to realize that it’s a woman who’s strayed here, dressed in white with layers of clothing to keep her warm.
As soon as I can make her out, I begin shouting, close enough for her to hear me.
“Hey!” I yell, waving the shotgun in the air to get her attention. “Hey, these are private lands! You’re trespassing! You need to leave!”
She looks up and sees me then.
Now that I’m close enough for her to get a proper look at me, she stops in her tracks, shocked.
I must be quite a sight – a mad, screaming local running full-tilt toward her with a gun in his hands.
Shock is the intended effect. It usually makes people comply a lot more easily.
But as her features became clearer to my eyes, I begin to realize something about her.
She’s blonde, with long hair tied back behind her head in a way that is both practical and attractive, with just a few loose strands framing her face.
She has a beautiful face, a kind of angelic, heart-shaped, innocent face that bores plump red lips and big eyes – blue, though I’m still far enough away that it’s only an educated guess.
Even though her body is wrapped in woolen layers against the cold wind, I can make it out enough to know that she has a wonderful figure with curves in all the right places.
She is gorgeous, actually.
She froze still when she first caught sight of me and still hasn’t moved.
I begin to slow my pace as I run toward her, aware that coming in too hot could scare her more than I want to.
She isn’t moving, but I am, and she becomes clearer to my eyes with every step.
With every step, I realize just how lovely she is.
She’s perfect, somehow. Like if someone took note of all the things I want in a woman and then molded them all into this one.
A single shape, a marble statuette carved just for me by the gods. She has every feature I would have chosen myself if I was putting together the perfect woman, except that she seems a little young, which isn’t that great of a fault.
She is….
I need to get to know her. She’s perfect – my ideal.
But, I watch with horror as she begins not only to move but run away from me, not toward me.
CHAPTERTHREE
Alana
Oh my god!
I turn and run from the angry-looking man with the shotgun, shouting who knows what toward me.
Please don’t let me die on the first day of my vacation.
I should have known better than to go off on my own.
Sure, warnings for solo female travelers tended to be more severe for places like Saudi Arabia or war-torn African countries, and thisisstill a foreign place far from home.
