He saw the torchlight flickering in the distance as he closed in on the standing stone, then his keen eyes made out the shape of Georgie as well. She stood bravely before the monolith, clutching something in her hand - a spent torch or stout stick, perhaps. The trick would be taking her without causing pain. He hated to think of marring that tender skin. Perhaps he should perch on the craggy hilltop above her and wait for her to fall asleep.
No. Now that she'd seen him, she wouldn't rest. And she had seen him. Her posture had stiffened and she now grasped her makeshift weapon almost as though she knew how to wield it.
"Put down the club," he said as he drew nearer. His deep voice boomed in the darkness, even though he'd intended to whisper.
"Come no closer," she called bravely. She lift
