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Tall. Heavy jacket. Baseball cap.

The second circles toward my passenger side.

I put the Jeep in drive.

Nowhere to go.

Trees ahead.

Truck behind.

The first man approaches my window.

I lower it half an inch.

“Daniel?”

He smiles. “No.”

Cold floods my stomach.

I slam the Jeep into reverse.

The man jumps aside as I hit the gas.

My bumper crashes into their truck.

The Jeep jolts.

“Fuck!”

The passenger door handle jerks.

Locked.

I hit the horn.

Again.

Again.

Nobody can hear me.

The driver’s side window explodes.

I scream.

Glass sprays across my lap.

A hand reaches inside.

I fire the pepper spray.

The man roars. “Fucking bitch!”

I spray again.

He grabs my wrist.