A hurt man

What Belle saw was a black man hurdling in the corner of the woodshed.

The man looks at her with wide eyes full of fear as his heart in his naked torso moves in fast rhythm.

"It's okay." Belle says, holding her hands up, "I don't mean any harm. What are you doing her..."

Before she could finish the man stands up, a few inches taller then Belle and looks up at her.

Belle was frightened for a few seconds before the man bends over in pain as she can see that his right ankle was bleeding.

The man hissed in pain as he sits back down and gasps it.

"You're hurt."

The man looks up at her and says nothing but only bear his teeth at her.

A rooster is soon heard cawing outside.

"Geez." Belle says looking over her shoulder at the door, "Its dawn. I got to get going. It's going to take me at least an hour to get home."

She turns to the man and holds her hands out, "You stay here. I get something back home for your ankle and I'll come right back. I promise."

Belle starts to leave when the man tries to stand up.

She turns to him and raises her hands out again, "Stay! I mean it, stay!"

The man slowly sits back down, not knowing what to make of her.

"Good. I'll be back in a few hours. Just... just stay hidden."

Belle walks out of the door and to the fence. She didn't know why she told the man why to stay hidden but by the color his skin and how he looked she knew deep down why. She only hope for both their sakes that she was wrong.