“‘Take time off’ he says… ‘You need a small break to re-coop’ he says…” The blonde woman muttered as she gripped the stirring wheel of her father’s truck. The idea that she needed to ‘get away from Santa Fe’ was a bunch of bull in her mind. She was fine, totally and 100% fine and yet… here she was, being almost forced to take vacation wasn’t what she wanted to do. A long sigh left her full lips as she blinked her hazel eyes against the sunlight. 

While she didn’t honestly want to be at home, it was nice to be back in Albuquerque. Her tan hand smacked around on the dashboard until it made contact with her father’s aviator sunglasses. Despite her mother passing away two years ago, he was handling it well. He was spending most of his time working on the farm and taking care of the boarded horses and farm animals along with enjoying the farmer’s market selling his grown goods. He was a natural born farmer and despite her desire to escape it, so she was. Sliding the sunglasses on her face she let out a relaxed sigh as she puddled along on the road.

This was her first day back in town when she arrived late last night to her impromptu vacation and she offered to take the truck into town to collect the needed supplies. The local feed store wasn’t busy; in fact there was hardly anyone there so parking was a breeze. Hopping out in a pair of shorts and a tank top, Jonna pushed the sunglasses further onto her face and ventured inside. She felt much less like a girly girl as she did in town. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, she was in very causal and non-special clothes and she wasn’t wearing any make up. Maybe… maybe this trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Shopping was a breeze, though her mind was elsewhere as she was loading things up onto the palette. Who was that flying guy she met? What was he doing? Some of the camera crews caught glimpses of him but she was the only one to get close enough to see what he looked like. The long hair, those blue eyes and that deep deep voice. It should come as no surprise as a typically day dreaming girl she had to make several trips around the store because… well, she kept spacing where she was supposed to go. “Oh!!” Again, for round four along the isles. Poor girl…

After paying for her things, she pushed the heavy cart to the front of the store and to the truck. Popping the back down, she returned her from la-la land to reality and attempted to lift the bag. “Oooofffff!” She said as she attempted to get the bag high enough to be on the back of the truck. Struggling at about the halfway point, the bag of feed slipped from her grasp and toubled to the ground. “Uuuggghhhhh….” Was her exclamation as she placed her hands on the small of her hips and glared down at the bags as if it was their fault that she couldn’t lift them. Man… getting them on the pallet was fine but above waist high seemed almost impossible. No wonder her dad wanted to do it, or even come with her. 

This time, this time should work! She sat up the first bag and placed herself on the tailgate of the truck, than she wrapped her small hands around the bag and began to pull. Cheeks puffy and face red she let go of the bag once again and placed her palms on her thighs. Great… just great… all was lost…

That was until she heard a voice. Her head lifted upwards to see someone standing in front of her, a man about her age, her head jerked back in surprise. In the city a lot of people will just move about their merry way without paying her any mind but this wasn’t the city. “Oh that would be amazing.” She said with a fast nod. Her eyes expanded as she watched him pick it up with ease and nodded at his instructions to stay in the bed and arrange the feed. Within minutes everything was loaded. Thank god! As she arranged the last bag of feed, she turned around to thank the young man for helping her only to find that he was gone. The first thought was it was a ghost and the girl’s eyes expanded in shock before she shook her head. No that was ridiculous, that had to be a person just… not someone who stuck around for a proper thank you. “Thank you…” She said to the empty space that the man had stood in. Oh well, a Good Samaritan was hard to come by but this was just a reminder to pass on good deeds. 

Jonna gave a practiced off of the bed of the truck and closed the tailgate. Giving the truck a small pat she climbed into the cab and began on her way home. The drive was pleasant and she bopped along to the song until she caught the reflection of a car behind her in her rearview mirror. Not thinking anything of it, she continued to beat-boop along to the song… until she made a couple turns. Uh… the car took the 313 North… uh… she turned onto the final road leading up to the house. Oooohhhhh no… That’s a nice car, and she had been reporting on the mafia in Santa Fe recently… uh…. Oh no… oh no…. oh no….

The gate to the driveway was still open and Jonna continued on the path. As she approached the house she gave the horn a few honks to let her dad know she was home in hopes to not draw attention to her follower. Oh god oh god oh god… Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house and turned it off. Moving quickly she reached into the back and grabbed her father’s metal bat and instantly exited the cab. 

She gripped the handle of the bat tightly and held it up ready to swing; even if he had a gun she was going to fight until the bitter end. Once the car was at a stop she yelled at it. “Get out! Show me your hands! Get out!” Once the door opened she began with questions. “Show me your hands! Why are you following me?! Who the hell are you?!” She cautiously approached the sleek looking car, bat ready to swing if anything became apparent and wrong. What the hell was going on?!

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