Stalked, P 260
Out of the corner of my eye I believe I see movement. Because of nature's soundproofing, I heard nothing and am unsure. Still I have this nagging feeling something is moving up behind me. As Darrin is not moving, I dismiss it as imagination. No, wait! I hear it, a faint rustling. It is moving closer. Whatever it is, it must be fairly large.Wanting neither to scare it nor be attacked, my senses go on full alert. It is approaching behind and to my left. I judge it to be about fifteen feet away, moving slowly and methodically, as though stalking. Survival instincts kick in. I cannot recall any logs or hiding places in the cove. Upon landing I surveyed the campsite like an old gunfighter not wanting to be caught off guard.
Slowly I turn my head and come face to face with it.
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