A crack of twigs behind you, you turned unsure of what you’d see. You’d been hiding from something for a few hours now, unsure of what or who.

A figure stepped out of the bushes.

“Hi there, darlin’. Aren’t you a pretty lookin’ thing.”

He chuckled sarcastically. This was a bounty hunter, you could tell from the gun in the holster. The man came closer and you stepped back out of instinct.

“Where you goin’? I just want to say hello.”

He spoke in a southern accent, clearly amused.