The Target

Colorado.

    "That's really good. I don't think my nieces and nephews know the capital of any state, even Pennsylvania, where they live. Do you know where we are?"

    Fear, cold, frozen fear.

    He said easily, "We're in the Rockies, about a two-hour drive southwest of Denver. There aren't any ski resorts close by, so it's pretty empty. Still, it's a really pretty place. Do you watch Star Trek?"

    She nodded, some color coming back into her face.

    "I'm told the local folks call the mountain peaks opposite us the Ferengi Range."

    She opened her mouth and rubbed her fingers over her teeth.

    He laughed. 'That's it. All the peaks are jagged and crooked and spaced funny. Ferengi teeth."

    The sleeves of his shirt were dragging on the floor again. He leaned forward to roll them up. She made that deep mewling sound and ran over to the wall by the fireplace. She curled up just as she had in the kitchen.

    He'd scared her. Slowly, he got up and walked to the sofa. He sat down. "I'm sorry I scared you. All I wanted to do was roll up your sleeves. Your arms aren't quite as long as mine yet. I should have told you what I intended. Can I roll up your sleeves? I think there are some safety pins in the kitchen drawer. If I can pin them up, you won't have to worry about them."

    She got up and started to walk to him. One step, and she paused. Another step. Another pause, studying him, weighing if she could trust him, wondering if he wouldn't turn on her. Finally she was beside him. She looked up at his face. He smiled and slowly lifted his hand. He rolled up the sleeves. Then he said, "I can try to braid your hair. It won't be great but at least you won't have your hair in your face."

    The braid wasn't all that bad. He fastened the end with a rubber band that had come around the bag of peaches.

    "The sun's really bright. It's not too cold out. If I bundle you up, would you like to go outside?"

    He should have known. She was gone in a flash, into the kitchen. He knew she was against the damned wall. At least she didn't lock herself in the bathroom.

    What to do?

    Whatever he did with her, he had to do it slowly, really slowly.

    Thank God there were some old magazines in the cabin. He said, "Would you like to look at the photos? If you like, we could look at them together and I could read to you what they say about the photos."

    Finally, she nodded slowly. "First let me get those safety pins and fasten your arms up."

    Then she followed him into the living area. It was tough because she didn't want to get anywhere close to him. The magazine ended up between them on the sofa. At least he got her to wrap the afghan around her. He looked over at her and said, "Socks." She blinked and cocked her head to one side. "I was worried about you walking around in your bare feet. Do you want to try some of my socks? They'll look funny and come up to your neck. Maybe you could practice to be a clown. You could wear my socks and see if I laugh.

    What do you say?"

    The socks were a big hit. She didn't try to be funny, but she did give one tiny smile when she pulled them over her knees.

    It took them nearly an hour to get through a People magazine from the previous October. He didn't think he ever wanted to see a picture of Cindy Crawford again. She was on every other page. He looked up after reading about a movie star's painful reunion with her long-lost brother. She was asleep, her cheek on her hands, resting on the arm of the sofa. He smoothed the afghan around her and went back to his typewriter.

    He nearly knocked his glasses off he roared up out of his chair so quickly. That horrible low mewling sound was louder this time. She was having a nightmare, twisting inside the afghan, her small face flushed, strained with fear. He had to touch her, no choice.

    He shook her shoulder. "Wake up, sweetheart. Come on, wake up."

    She opened her eyes. She was crying.

    "Oh no." He didn't think, just sat down and pulled her onto his lap. "I'm so sorry, baby. It's all right now." He held her close, gently pressing her head against his chest, pulling the afghan around her to keep her warm. One of his socks was dangling off her left foot. He pulled it back up and tucked her in tighter against him.

    "It's all right now. I won't let anyone hurt you. I swear it to you. No one will ever hurt you again."

    He realized that she was frozen against him. He'd terrified her but good. But he didn't let her go. If ever she needed another person, it was now, and