One Hundred-Twelve

She made it around the trunk when a gouge of wood exploded right where her head had just been. The whine of the ricocheting bullet sang through the air. BOOOOM! She stayed on her stomach and making sure that the tree stayed between her and the rifle, she crawled down off the top of the mountain.

Once she was sure that no more speeding chunks of copper and lead could find her, she got up and ran as fast as she could down the mountain. She pushed off trees and large rocks as she careened down the side of the steep grade. It didn't take her long before she was back at the cabin, she passed it and kept going until she was at her truck. She jumped in and started it, backed up and drove as fast as she could down the rough fire access road.

Twenty minutes later she was at the junction point and she stopped, looking around, she couldn't see any other vehicles. Looking at the road, her tire tracks from earlier were the only ones that showed fresh on the dirt road. She put the truck into neutra