The Witness

….. She was extremely pretty, and the slender arm and delicate looking shoulder that peeked out of the covers, gazing intently at the length of her throat, the fine structure and definition of her jaw line, and her petite features. He startled when his gaze reached her eyes and he found her awake and watching him. He cleared his throat.
"You smelled the coffee, didn't you?" he grinned, trying to hide his discomfort.
"I did," she replied, yawning. "This bed is really comfortable," she commented. She glanced down at his bedding on the floor. "Did you sleep okay down there?"
He nodded. Look, Teesha, today we need to go over your--"
Loud pops suddenly erupted in the clearing outside the cabin. Gunfire! Reacting without thinking, Spence dove to the floor. Teesha stifled a scream and stared at him, wide-eyed, frozen in shock. He quickly scrambled toward the bed, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her, blankets and all, down to the floor.
A bullet broke the window over the kitchen area. He heard the ppffft pffft of bullets striking the old logs around the structure. "Stay down!" he ordered, shoving her underneath the bed. "Stay there! Don't move!"…..