Caught In The Woods
Robyn was hiking, coming out of a thick woods to a clearing where she spotted a rustic cabin. Smoke curled from the chimney into the cerulean sky like a picture out of a fairy-tale. She half expected to find Red Riding Hood’s wolf or Gretel’s crone appear from the gentle hut made of wood and stone. There was a chopping block to one side of the rugged home, a barrel to catch rainwater and a pump connected to the bowels of the earth where the fresh water ran.
Hot, she primed the pump and let the cool liquid pour over her hands. Making a cup of one hand, she drank, then splashed some across her face. She didn’t hear the cabin door open or the sound of his boots on the wood porch. With her back to the cabin, she didn’t hear him approach. And for a large man, he could mov
