She looked up, astonished that such a big man could sneak up on her so silently. She looked at him and realized he had her. She’d never been caught unawares and it was very confounding.
“Who are you?” She demanded and gave him a defiant look.
“Oh, that is my prerogative, little one. This is my land. I get to find out who you are first.” He casually walked up to her and took the rifle from her hand. He looked it over and at the silver plate bearing the original owner’s name.
“Maria.” She stood up and wiped her trousers clean, watched him as he manipulated the rifle. He casually unscrewed the caps protecting the lenses on either end of the telescopic sight, looked through it and grunted in satisfaction. It was a finely made instrument. He handed it to Maria and now everything about the gun made sense.
“Ay, chingao. Look at that!” She pointed the rifle at a distant rock and it appeared to be right on top of them. She loaded the rifle with one of the big cartridges and fired. She missed. Maria's Trail