He will think he’s imagining it at first, that the shadows are playing tricks on his eyes. For a moment he will even think he’s just so tired that he’s hallucinating. He will slow down, his chest heaving. Wipe the sweat from his face with his sleeve. And only then will he see the girl. The shotgun in her hands. Death in her eyes. He’s heard hunters describe the way animals behave when they fear for their lives. Only now will he understand what that means.
