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they stood half in and half out of their tent. However, each time one of them yelled over, it went unanswered.
    The trees swayed in the dark as the light of the moon cast down on them; stalking them like wild animals. Add to it the screams happening all around them as well as the wild sounds coming from the tent beside them. A single shot resonated through all the noise somewhere in the distance, making them jump.
    “What’s that?” She whispered frantically, pointing off to the side.
    He looked around too. “It sounded like a gun shot.”
    “No,” she pointed closer to their vehicle. “What’s that?”
    Turning, he stared where she pointed. “What’s what?”
    “ That! Over there. It looks like a bear or a big man with an ax. I can’t tell, but I’m not going out there without a light.”
    He gave her that look that a man would understand, before turning back inside the messy tent. Between her tripping over everything and throwing things around in a hurry to get dressed, nothing was where it should be. It looked like a tornado went through there. Getting down on his hands and knees, he tried feeling his way around. “Where the hell is it?”
    “I don’t know. You had it last.”
    “It’s not where I put it!” He groaned, rummaging around in the darkness, adding to the mess by throwing clothes out of his way. Suddenly there was a click.
    Let there be light… and there was.
    The most intensifying, bright light ever known to man hit him in the eyes, and he swore he was looking into the sun. Fumbling blindly, he quickly turned it off. “ Fuck me! ” Rubbing his eyes, he blinked, trying to relieve the spots surrounding him.
    “Hurry up,” she whispered, impatiently.
    He growled. “Wait a minute! I can’t see anything but spots!” After a moment, he flipped it around in his hand before turning it back on, once more making his way out to stand beside her. Flashing the light around their campsite proved it wasn’t anything but trees as the shadows shrank back. “Okay. Let’s find out what’s happening.”
    “Well, as much time as you took,” she muttered.
    “Sh!” He slowly walked in the direction of the rather odd noises. “If they’re getting freaky, he’s gonna be pissed.” From the other tent, there was a loud shuffling sound followed by grunting and a moan of pleasure then more ripping and squishing sounds. He looked back at her. “See! They’re getting it on and we’re worried about nothing.”
    “No. She wouldn’t have screamed like that.”
    He smirked. “She would if he tried to fuck her up the ass.”
    “You didn’t hear her scream!”
    “You’d scream if I fucked you up the ass.”
    She scoffed. “Whatever! It didn’t sound like he missed. More like she was being killed!”
    Rolling his eyes, he cleared his throat, turning back ahead of them. “Todd, is everything okay?”
    No change in sounds.
    “What the fuck?” She pointed at the tent again. “ That doesn’t sound like having sex.”
    “Well, it would if they were doing freaky shit. We don’t know what they do.” She poked him hard in the ribs. “Ouch!” Sighing, he turned, moving forward once more. “Hey, Todd. What’s up? Dude, if you don’t answer, we’re about to crash your party.”
    “Janet, you okay?”
    They didn’t get a response, but something hit the side of the tent from the inside and growled. Being close enough, it caused both of them to jump back and scream. Then something emerged from within.
    People didn’t mess with Todd Caravan if they knew what was good for them. He had been in and out of jail since he was old enough to crawl, and made a lifetime out of being a criminal. His nickname in jail was Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown . A song from the seventies by Jim Croce. It fit him to a tee.
    He was intimidating but added to his six-foot-three, muscular frame, and it was downright frightening. When he walked into a crowded bar, people moved out of his way like someone laid out the red carpet.