Rest first, wait out the wind

Rosa stopped a second to collect herself. She had made good progress towards the safehouse, but she wasn’t sure she could make it without some rest. Even her high stamina was waning as the cold wind wicked her sweat away.

I’ll just rest a bit here and then push on when the wind dies down. Rosa thought.

She found a low crack in the rock hillside long enough for her to stretch out. From here she wouldn’t be visible from below and the wind washed over the top.

Rosa laid down in the little cutout and tried to rub some of the pain out of her feet. The rocks she lay upon dug into her back, but after drinking some of her water she was quickly asleep.

Rosa dreamed of home, of coming back with enough cash to save the ranch and send her and her brothers through college.

She was rudely shaken awake, and horrified to see a nude man, squatting over her little rock cleft and leering down at her. He was white, muscular, and tattooed, looking like the criminal stereotype **** that he is.

“Hiya, cutie.” He said, with an evil smile. His erection looked menacing. “Caught ya.”

“What’re you gonna do?” Rosa tried to slide away fearfully, but her head hit the rock wall behind her.

“That’s up to you.” He said. “I’ve watched this show for years, I always loved the chase part the best. I’m gonna catch you three times.” He holds up his fingers. “Rosa, right? You’re a smart girl, you can guess what that means.”

He slides a little closer, Rosa doesn’t have anywhere to back up.

“You open that mouth of yours now, this will be number one.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ve been sleeping for about four and a half hours.” He says. “If you don’t, I’ll just tie you up and leave you here until the five hour mark. Then you can figure out what to do with the other 49 guys when they show up.”