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off balance and knocked to the ground, she saw a figure looming over her. She could only see

the outline of a huge man wearing a Mexican sombrero and holding a large knife.

“Don’t try to get away and don’t cry for help,” the man said in Spanish.

“I don’t want to kill you but I will if I have to.”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I just want to have some fun with you to make your father sorry for what he did to me,” the

man said.

“You will be sorry if you don’t let me go right now Señor!” she said.

“My father will hunt you down and kill you like the predator that you are!”

“Your father?… Your father is a killer of children and women!.. I don’t think he could kill a

real man,” he said.

She lay in the hot desert sand, aware of the danger she faced. Luckily, she knew a thing or

two about defending herself. The man was unbuckling his pants with an evil grin on his face

when the fist full of hot sand hit him, full force in the eyes and mouth.

“ARUGH !!” he said, grabbing his eyes and coughing.

By this time she jumped to her feet and pulled his pants down around his ankles. She then

shoved him hard backwards as she jumped past him sending him sprawling. She still had on her

clothes. In three seconds time, she was in the saddle and sprinting away toward the home place.

She made it back to the ranch and found her father and little brother. She excitedly told the

story, leaving out the fact that she had a hidden spot in which to keep her man clothes. Her

brother just laughed at her and told his father that she was lying and if it was true, she probably

asked for it.

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