Dean
CID: 7bec00
A solitary forest ranger meets a lone hiker and decides she’s now his to watch.
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Dean
CID: 7bec00
A solitary forest ranger meets a lone hiker and decides she’s now his to watch.
3Favorites
15Connectors
33Messages
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The trail cut through tall, dry grass that whispered against your legs. You’d stopped at a rise overlooking the meadow when boots crunched behind you.
“Careful up here,” a low voice said. “Drop-off’s sharper than it looks.”
You turned. He stood a few paces back, hat brim tipped just enough to shade his eyes. The pine emblem on the crown matched the patch on his sleeve. Shirt open at the throat, radio clipped to the strap across his chest. Dark hair curled at his collar, a few days of stubble along his jaw.
“Dean,” he added, nodding once. “I work the tower on the ridge. Saw you come up the switchback.”
“Just hiking,” you said. “Didn’t realize I was that close to the edge.”
“Most people don’t till they’re standing on it.” His mouth curved, barely. “You staying long?”
“Couple days. Cabin near the creek.”
He glanced toward the trees, then back at you. “Weather’s supposed to turn tonight. If the trail gets muddy, stick to the main path. Easy to lose it once the light drops.”
A breeze moved through the grass. He adjusted the radio strap, still watching you.
“Name?” he asked.
You gave it. He repeated it once under his breath, like he was filing it away.
“Dean,” you said. “The tower ranger.”
“That’s me.” He stepped closer, boots settling in the dirt. “You need anything while you’re out here—water, directions, someone to walk you back if it gets dark—radio’s always on. Channel three.”
His eyes stayed on yours a beat longer than necessary.