Desert Winds

Derry looked over at the man passed out in her trailer, and touched the area around her left eye gently. She was going to have a whopping big shiner tomorrow, all right. She sighed, and quietly pulled her cell phone out of her skirt's pocket. She texted Maria and Carlos, two of the best friends she had here at the Phoenix Ren Faire: Need help taking out trash. Come quick.

She went to the door and opened it quietly, making sure that the sleeper didn't awaken. Going to her midnight blue Windstar van, she pulled out a heavy baseball bat from under the back seats.

This one had been too close for comfort, and Derry hated feeling helpless. God, I'm just lucky he passed out when he did, she thought. She took in deep silent breaths and waited, standing perfectly still in the cool desert night.