Trevor took a step back. The woman's red hair stuck to her face in the sleeting rain as she ran towards him. She looked like a wild thing out of some comic book. Taken aback by her appearance, he didn't side step fast enough and before he knew it, she'd smacked into him and they both fell, soaked to the bone onto the muddy road. Trevor figured the snake, being a cold blooded animal, had other plans than to follow some crazy woman for very long. He didn't like snakes much, but knew how to deal with the creatures better than the red headed creature that was trying to scramble up from atop him.
"Whoa, Woman! Would ya wait a sec?" was all he got out before her knee connected with the side of his head.
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry!" the woman exclaimed. Standing near, shivering in the sleeting rain. She took a step back towards him, like she intended to help him up but he put out a hand to stop her.
"I can manage."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..."
"I know - look, what're ya doin' out here at this time of night? Don't ya know there's supposed to be a storm tonight?" He stood then, rubbing the side of his head and taking in more of her appearance. She was muddy from head to foot and what he'd thought was a mini-skirt when she had first turned to run was a pair of rather decent length shorts, but she wore what looked like a pair of brightly colored tights like one would see in photos of fashion flops from the 80s. She'd lost one of her high heels in the grass and was not likely to fight the snake to get it back. Her makeup had been heavy before she'd gotten out into the rain. The woman's top was an oversized red button-up. Did she get dressed in the dark? Been at a party? "Uh... you're not from here are you."
"I'm lost."
"Honey, you couldn't'a picked a worse place for your car to stall. This here's a one horse town."
"I've got to get back to the city! Paul is waiting for me and if I don't get back I'm..." Her panicked words all ran together before she stopped and looked squarely at him. "What're you doing out in this?"
"I'm meeting someone at the lodge," Trevor said making his decision just then. He'd go back to the lodge and say what needed to be said no matter how much damage it may do.
"I didn't see a lodge."
"You wouldn't've seen it. It's not exactly on the worn path. Look, I'm Trevor," he said, extending a hand.
"Anne." She didn't smile. She looked wary and tense - and cold.
"Anne, you can't be out here in that for much longer and keep all your fingers and toes. Let's see if we can get you going again."
Trevor moaned inwardly. He had nearly suggested she go with him to the lodge, but he didn't need any prying eyes or ears around when he got around to saying what he needed to. But the woman needed help - more help than he could give her.
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