The three misfits (not finished)

Sally's pointed ears twitched hearing what the others did not. After raising her hands to quiet those around her, she moved swiftly to a more defensive position behind an old oak tree.

The two men that had been speaking followed Sally's actions. Dirk ran into the woods and climbed up a tree for a better view as Omar laid in the tall weeds off the dirt path.

Being a lot like a chameleon, both Dirk and Omar changed colors to suit their positions. Alerting his friends by making birds calls, Dirk could see several men in the distance riding horses. His heart skipped a beat as he readied his bow and arrow.

With her hair tied back and her knife in hand, Sally took deep slow breaths.