“Her sandals slipped and skidded on dead pine needles. She put out a hand and managed to catch hold of a trailing branch; used it to haul herself forward. Branches slapped her in the face as she plowed through the maze of trees. Her breathing was already labored. How long could she run flat out? Even though it was unlikely her pursuer could see her any better than she could see him, she knew she gave away her position with every move she made. She could hear him, too. He was not pounding through... the woods the way she was. He was taking his time, pausing to listen for the sounds she made, closing in on her. She could not go on like this. She had to go to ground long enough to call 911 on the cell phone. If she could get to one of the caverns that studded the area, she might be able to conceal herself inside. The hulking trees stepped up the side of the ancient canyon. The incline sharpened still more. The first rocky opening loomed without warning, a pitch-black lair that could have concealed anything from a rattler to a family of coyotes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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