I ran down the gently sloping hills taking huge galloping strides, jumping from sawed off tree stump to dirt pile, bounced over large dead limbs taking half the hills distance in a minute or two… then I stopped, and ducked down behind a burn pile.
I kept down and worked my way towards the edge of the uncut forest land stopping to scan the hill. No movement, no off colors, nothing but that echo of the vehicle back behind the hills.
Out of breath, I sat down on the cool earth and tried to make out anything beyond nature on the hillside, but the dimming light made it difficult.
Suddenly out of the distant sky the sound of an aircraft appeared, getting louder quickly… and turning I saw it just above the trees… and as I saw it, a small package dropped out, shiny and falling down towards the top part of the clear cut I was hiding in.
Not good. People with guns, Motorcycles and maybe drugs, and I was an entire field away from the road and my bicycle.
“I’m not worried,” I told myself.