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A figure.
Near the fence line.
Moving toward the trees.
Male.
Tall.
Running.
My blood turned to ice.
Then fire.
"GERALD!"
The figure looked back.
Just once.
Long enough for me to see the face.
Long enough to know.
It was him.
The coward smiled.
Then disappeared into the darkness.
I ran.
Faster.
Closing the distance.
Years of Ranger training taking over.
Branches whipped past.
The woods swallowed us both.
I heard movement ahead.
Footsteps.
Breaking brush.
Running.
Running hard.
Good.
Because so was I.
For the first time in weeks...
