A Predator In the Woods (A 'Me Too' moment in the wild)
She grabbed the fanny pack off the passenger seat and fastened it around her waist. Before climbing out of her SUV, she looked inside the bag to make sure it was still there, a compulsory habit since she started carrying a firearm seven years earlier. The Jimenez .380 glinted silently at her. Satisfied, she zipped the bag and glanced over her shoulder through the Ford Escape's rear hatch. She could see a man walking under the oaks towards her vehicle. He was tall, late sixties perhaps, carrying about fifty pounds of extra weight, and clearly dressed for the woods. She gathered up her camera bag and notebook and stepped out into the muggy August morning to greet him. "Hey there, you must be Renee!", he called to her, closing the gap between them quickly as she shut the driver's door of her Escape. She didn't know what was in store for her today, and her anxiety, as usual, was, trying to get the best of her. But she took a deep breath and turned...