... "No," his voice croaked. "It can't be..." "Hey, John." There was no mistaking that silky voice. "About time you showed up." "Please, God, no..." He dragged one tired hand across his face. This can't be real. "Please let this be a dream." But when he opened his eyes, she was still standing there, her flaming red hair blowing in the wind. She gave him a moment, her hold on the gun slacking. But her eyes stayed vigilant, searching, assessing. "But how?" He could hear the despair in his own voice. "Why?" His gun suddenly weighed a ton, and he dropped his hand to his side. The mountain wind howled in answer but she stayed silent. Finally, she exhaled and shook her head. "Oh, John." she said softly, almost in a whisper. "You're so fu**ing naive." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wilder side... Me hopes you likes... :-))