Michael's Texas Embrace

She rounded a corner and heard a quiet rustling sound from last room on the floor.

            Callista eased forward toward the room; the door was ajar.  She pushed the door open with the tip of the flashlight and there was the lumberjack, sitting on the floor, rummaging through a chest.

            “What are you doing?” she asked.  She had not known what to expect, but she was caught off guard by this casual rummage.

            “Looking for something to help me escape or kill you,” he said.  He pulled papers, books, and what looked like packets of herbs or seeds out of the chest, turning each thing over in his hand and examining it, sometimes smelling the item.  

# posted by Michael : 9:22 PM