Welcome, Lindsay Downs, thanks for dropping by to give us an excellent scenario! I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I did.
Before we start, I’d like to thank Mary for inviting me to be her first guest scenario blogger. She asked me on Monday, so the same codicil applies here as with hers.
The wine I chose to accompany the scene is from Fetzer Vineyards, California.
Valley Oaks Merlot 2007 Vintage. The bottle retails for $8.99 in Connecticut. According to the back label it has an ‘aroma of ripe plums and flavors of blackberry and cherry’. It does.
Lillie worried her bottom lip in the hope of distracting her mind from the pain of the cramped calf muscle. Then again, she wasn’t surprised the cramping had taken so long.
She’d been lying in the same position for several hours now. Nestled against a fresh tree fall, the pine needle covered branches helping to disguise her. The ground, when she’d reached her vantage point, had been sun warmed. That had been one blessing. Now, with the sky turning the reddish-purple as the sun set, the ground started to chill. As did her body.
She felt the slight weight on her calf as a snake slithered over one leg. Lillie shallowed her breathing while mentally getting her body to relax. She didn’t want to make any sudden moves. Slowly the rattlesnake slid over her other leg and disappeared. For the first time in what seemed like hours but only seconds Lillie drew in a deep breath.
Now free of the distraction, Lillie refocused her attention on the cave mouth in time to see the deputy sheriff come fully into view. A long knife, gleaning from reflected sun, resting comfortable in one hand. The other hidden but from the arm’s angle she suspected the hand wasn’t empty.
Through the scope nestled on her M4 she followed the deputy as he approached his latest victim, tied spread-eagled over a boulder.
From behind his back the Deputy brought out a wine bottle straight to his lips. He paused. An menacing grin formed on his lips. He tilted the bottle, letting a few drops trickle out onto the hapless captive. Simultaneously he lifted the knife, to strike the man in the chest.
The sound of a single shot echoed down the valley.
Thanks again Lindsay! I'm not a big fan of Merlot, but I will try it.