PB jogged casually around the neighborhood. Although he looked straight ahead, as he ran in ever-widening circles through the streets, the former Special Forces soldier noticed everything. He wasn’t the only one who sensed danger coming his way. A jackrabbit ran out of the desert onto Continental Road, a couple of blocks ahead of him.
Easily the fastest of the animals in the Sonoran desert, the large rabbit had been pursued for several hours by a trio of coyotes that had taken turns in the chase. PB recognized that coming into town had been a desperate move by the tired rabbit. Moments after the rabbit disappeared into a man-made wash, one of the coyotes appeared at the edge of the road. It took off quickly in pursuit. Two more appeared half a minute later. One had its nose to the ground following scents and didn’t look up as it crossed the road. The other stopped, looked left and right as if checking for traffic. The alpha coyote spotted PB, now only one block away. The coyote gave the jogging man a second look just before striding confidently across the road and into the wash.
“Good luck, Bugsy,” PB said aloud, as he headed for home, satisfied that the neighborhood was at least free of human predators. Janet was in the kitchen when he walked into the house.
“What’s for breakfast, Beautiful?” he asked as his hand grazed across the silky running shorts that covered her firm athletic butt.
“Banana blueberry protein shakes,” Janet answered. “You saved some energy for our run together, I hope.”
“Of course I did,” he answered as the hoodie slid over his head. He wouldn’t need it for their training run. “I was just loosening up a little.”
“I can feel it, too,” she told her husband as she handed him the full glass of bluish liquid. “Something wicked this way comes,” Janet quoted.
The couple both put a lot of faith in their gut feelings and instincts. Neither said anything while they drank their breakfast.
“Maybe it’s just a bad storm headed this way,” PB finally offered.
“Maybe,” she tried to sound hopeful, but they both knew a storm wasn’t the cause of their anxiousness.
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