Reaching out, Dutch grabbed Daisy’s hand and helped herself up. Just as she stood, though, her captor made himself known. He was a messy looking man, fat and dirty and looking like he was overdue for a shave.

“Hey!” He called after the women. Dutch hopped rather than stepping, using Daisy as a sort of support.

“C’mon, we have to get the hell out of here.” Her hopping turned into quick steps as Dutch got her bearings.