SUSAN
She shrugged. "I don't know. The bus driver said that it wasn't the first time he'd seen the man running naked through the field, but he'd never seen the bull before."
Ross chuckled. "You are so full of it."
"It's a true story." Susan held up three fingers. "Scout's honor."
Ross enclosed her hand with his. "C'mon, Susan Storyteller. We've got a long way to go."
Susan tried not to enjoy the comfort and security she felt just holding Ross' hand. She tried to tell herself she was not experiencing warm fuzzies for the man. But she knew her own heart. And it liked Ross a lot.
However, her head was screaming, "Run, Susan, run!"
So that's what she did.
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ROSS CAMERON
"Where the hell are you going?" yelled Ross.
"To tip a cow."
"What?" He jogged after Susan and watched her vault a crumbling wooden fence.
