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as he came. He opened his eyes slowly,
wishing it were just a dream. The three Witches played with their nipples as
they waited for him to speak. They knew he could not resist them, not like
this, with their areolas a deep hunter green against their jade skin. A green
he wished to have in his mouth again.
    “I will kill them. No one takes Horace’s corn.”
    The Witches smiled at one another. He always saw things
their way.
    “You are so smart. When the task is done, you can enjoy our
bodies for as long as you desire.”
    “Yes,” chimed in another. “You always know how to make us
happy.”
    The third Witch said, “Make sure they suffer.” Then she
added, “And we will be watching so try not to fuck this up.”
    With those words, the three vanished from his room. Horace
stood with his pants at his ankles. The Witches’ words were more than a threat.
They were a promise. If he fucked up, they would make him pay with his life.
Horace pulled his pants up and went to his gun rack.
    Oh yes. Those corn-stealing travelers were going to pay.

Chapter Four
     
    Lexi silently followed Ian. She watched as he glanced around
with an alert eye. With each step they took, his shoulders tensed up to the
point that it looked painful. She took the time to look him over. His damp
shirt clung to the muscles in his back. His butt was tight in his pants and she
fought the urge to grab it. She shook her head. Now was most definitely not the
time to be horny.
    She grinned at the thought and covered a smile with her
hand.
    “What’s so funny?” Ian asked as he turned around.
    “Nothing,” she said innocently. “Just enjoying the scenery.”
    She giggled softly to herself. Sunrise drew near and she
could see everything better. She needed to focus on something other than Ian.
Glancing down, she noticed the path was made of yellow and beige stones. A loud
snort escaped her lips as she tried in vain to cough it away.
    Ian stopped in mid-stride.
    “What?” he demanded.
    “It’s a brick road. You know, like in the movie,” she said
with a grin.
    She then wondered if they even had movies or TV in Sinoda. Come
to think of it, there hadn’t been a set at the compound.
    His smile held no humor as he replied, “Sadly, we are not in
a movie. So take care. And. Be. Quiet.”
    Her face fell. She glared at him and muttered, “Party
pooper.”
    Ian suddenly turned toward the cornfields at the same time
she realized the birds weren’t chirping and it was far too quiet.
    “Fuck. Horace must know we’re on our way.”
    “How would he know?”
    He replied as he crept forward, “The Witches know we
approach.” He pointed to the sky. “They have spies everywhere.”
    Her senses went on high alert with his words. Goose bumps
ran up and down her arms and she rubbed them away. The gently blowing winds
were now still, as if holding their breath.
    With the arrival of dawn, the sky turned different hues of
red and pink. For a moment, it almost looked like streaks of blood. She prayed
it wasn’t an omen but she knew better. Even in Oklahoma, the skies could warn
of things to come.
    Ian crouched and pulled her down next to him. He pointed to
the cornfields.
    “We have to run through the fields. When we come out on the
other side, we’ll be at the forest. Run until you get into the safety of the
trees.”
    Her heart beat violently. “I thought we were going to
crawl.”
    He shook his head. “It’s too late for that. We have to make
a run for it. It’s our only hope.” His expression stilled and grew serious. “When
I give you the word, I want you to run down the path between the corn rows. Don’t
stop. Don’t look around. Don’t wait for me.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I’m going to cover you.” He stood and pulled her up. “If
you see a man, run. Run, Lexi, with all your heart. I promise, he won’t think
twice about killing you or worse so don’t give him the chance.” He paused and
then said, “And if you see three