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Kalispell? I'll send
someone to pick it up and drive it to Wyoming. I am taking Skye to
Barry's ranch until we can determine a safe place for her to live.
She'll be safe at the ranch."
    "Okay then, I'll pack up your stuff and have
it at the mall by the weekend. Will you write to me Skye, so I'll
know you're all right? You can send letters to General Delivery,
Kalispell and I'll pick them up at the post office." He turns and
looks Scoot in the eye and says, "You, Scoot, take good care of my
girl here or I'll hunt you down like the animal you are and kill
you, understand?"
    "I understand. I'll take good care of her, I
promise," replies Scoot not doubting for a minute the big man means
what he says.
    Bear rises from the ground, hugs me and
disappears into the woods. He knows that Scoot is a former Marine.
He can tell by the way he carries himself and the way he drew the
pistol at his approach. Skye will be safe with him as long as he
keeps his hands to himself.
    Dylan says, "Interesting fellow, what do you
know about him?"
    "Not much really, he appeared out of nowhere
when my car broke down three years ago. He moved out of his cabin
so I would have a place to live and he comes by every couple of
months to make sure I am all right. He did tell me once that he is
a Vietnam Veteran. He said he couldn't stand being around people
when he got back so he moved up here. His name is Clarence
Kincaid."
    "Clarence Kincaid? You're serious?" Scoot
asks stunned. When I nod my agreement he continues, "He is a legend
in the Marine Corp, revered by all. He single handedly rescued a
whole platoon of Marine's that were ambushed in Vietnam. Everyone
thinks he's dead. I would love to have more time to talk to him."
Pausing he then adds, "Well, we better get some sleep. We have a
long way to walk tomorrow."
    I zip up my sleeping bag with the heat packs
that are still emitting warmth and think about the handsome Marine
that saved my life. His dark green eyes and chocolate brown hair
are a great combination. It seems Barry Farrady isn't the only
former Marine handsome enough to be a movie star. I wish I were a
different person, one who wasn't scarred by a past that only she
and Barry Farrady know about now.
    I was only eighteen when the attack occurred.
I was very naïve since my father kept me in private girl's schools
since my mother died. Some friends and I went to a hard rock
concert and I got separated from them. A group of six boys, drunk
and high on drugs drugged me then brutally raped me repeatedly in
the back of a van in the parking lot. They beat me and left me for
dead. Barry found me the next morning behind a dumpster in an alley
near the concert venue. He carried me home to my father and they
nursed me back to health physically but I have never been the same
emotionally since that horrible night.
    Dylan zips himself up into his own sleeping
bag thinking about the beautiful woman lying so close. He senses
some deep emotional scars underneath her surface beauty. No wonder
Barry wanted him to come alone on this mission. He wonders about
her past, what could have happened to cause such fear, and why she
feels it's necessary to go to such extreme measures to avoid the
Paparazzi.

CHAPTER 2
    Just as dawn is sliding across the landscape,
I am awakened by the delicious smell of hot coffee and breakfast
cooking over an open fire. Stretching languorously I am grateful
for the warm clothes that Scoot brought to me. Looking over at the
fire I see my handsome rescuer staring at me through hooded
eyes.
    "Good morning," I whisper.
    Dylan has to mentally shake himself out of
his daydream of lying with Skye curled against his body. "Good
morning. Are you ready for breakfast? We need to hit the trail in a
few minutes."
    He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He
never lets himself dream about lying with a woman. He stopped
letting himself fantasize about women years ago when his wife,
Elena, betrayed him with the banker in his home town. He lost her
and his