On the Prowl 0
I think to myself before I open the door: You saw as you circled the area, there were no lights on in the main house; the barn was black, and the nearest neighbors, who are four acres away, did not seem to be home either. Now was the time if I was going to make my move. I hunker down in the driver’s seat and wait for what little cross traffic there is to pass before I open the door and slip out. I flip up the hood on my black jacket and ready myself. As the only car in sight passes my...