“It would seem so.” Grabbing a flashlight, she headed into the forest for a pitstop, wandering far enough away to ensure privacy, shrouded in darkness but close enough she could still see the campfire. The inky blackness surrounding them had never bothered her before, but tonight it felt eerie. She was stepping back toward the camp when she heard a branch snap. Nigel must have heard it too for he rushed toward her. Only two things could snap a small branch; one of them was human. She was staring in the direction the sound had come from while pointing her flashlight in that direction by the time Nigel was beside her.
“Stay behind me June,” he admonished.
Nigel lifted his shirt to undo the snap on his holster before heading toward the direction the sound came from moving slowly toward the intermittent sounds. They must have tracked the sound for a quarter-mile before they spotted a man standing on the hill above them, the moonlight surrounding him adding to the sinister feeling. Nigel called out, “Identify yourself! Who are you? What do you want?”
The man was big and burly and Nigel’s flashlight while powerful wasn’t powerful enough to bring the man’s features into focus. He didn’t move but stood stock still and in a deadly calm voice rasped, “Sleep tight,” then hurried away.
Nigel took off up the hill after him while yelling at June to stay put. Although he was light on his feet and in running shape, the man had disappeared into the night. He would have tracked him further but he couldn’t leave June alone and retracing his steps said, “Let’s head back to camp.”
“Stay close, June. I don’t like this one bit.”
June replied, “Nor do I,” then added, “I was sure we were being watched most of the day, but tonight that feeling was even stronger, probably why I couldn’t sleep.”
“I had hoped they’d make their move earlier but I knew it was unlikely unless they had the advantage, ” Nigel commented.