Dear Fellow Traveler,

It was a calm evening as she walked down the dusty road, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and a bottle of whisky in her hand. Honestly, she was too young to drink, let alone be out and about at that hour of the evening.

Maria had something to do though, so she didn't have much of a choice, she had to get the bottle to uncle Jack before dinner, or her mom would scold her for putting it off again. Uncle Jack did alot for the family since his move, so the least they could do is offer some whiskey for him, Maria just wished he'd come get it himself.

She loved uncle Jack, really she did, ever since he moved from Wyoming, he was fun to talk with, but making the extra long walk to deliver his weekly whiskey bottle was a pain. It would have been easier if she had a bike, Maria thought, but than again, the road was awfully bumpy, odds were she'd get into a bike wreck trying.

As the teen continued to make the walk, she heard a car start to come close, but it didn't ring any alarm bells till it slowed down to keep pace. She really didn't want to deal with this.

The town was small, and she was often cat called by older men regardless of when or where, some would get smacked by their wives or her mom would shout at them to get them to stop. Alotta the men in the town drank a little too much, and often we buzzed stupid, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. This guy on the other hand gave her the chills like no other.

Especially since the car that kept pace, was one she'd never seen before, but like always, Maria ignored the man as he started talking to her.

She was used to blocking them out and kept walking, it wouldn't be much longer till she was at Uncle Jack's place, and if this guy followed her, he'd really get it then. She just sped up her pace, preparing herself to run if she needed to. The guy asked the usual questions, "What are you doing out this late?" "Want a ride?" "What with the bottle?" Crap like that, though he seemed to get annoyed with Maria ignoring him.

When the car stopped, Maria knew it was time to run, and so the moment she heard the door open, she made a mad dash for Uncle Jack's place.

Her thin legs kicked up small clouds of dust as she bolted towards Uncle Jack's. The man ran after her, and he had longer legs. Even with Maria's head start, the distance between them started to close fast as he started shouting and cursing at her, and threatening to cut her up if she didn't stop.

Yea, that just made her want to run faster, and she let out loud shouted for her uncle, hopeing he'd be able to hear.

The chase didn't go on for long.

With a loud, heavy thud, the loose dirt flew into the air like puffs of mud colored clouds as the earth turned red.

When the dust settled around them, Maria watched as the man convulsed a bit as he choked on his own blood filling lungs.

You wouldn't believe the sight if you saw it.

Afterall, how many people can say they saw a horned rabbit kill someone?

"You alright, nina?" he asked, as the rabbit shook the droplets of blood from his horns. Maria had tripped and fallen during the chase, but Uncle Jack had heard the man before that, and when he heard Maria, the rabbit became enraged.

Like a blurr of brown zooming past her, Maria had watched as the jackalope rammed the man in the chest with his horns, with the force of a canonball, not only slamming the man to thr ground, but forcing the points of his antlers, to piece the man flesh. The points had jammed themselves past the rib bones, and found their way into his lungs.

The jackrabbit himself was no bigger than a normal jack, only made taller by his antlers, and made to look wider by his wings, which were actually useless for flying. If Maria hadn't seen the creature kill a man, who for a few moments was drowning in his own life blood, she would think the rabbit had been hurt, with all the blood that he had gotten dripped on him.

Still, despite that, the teen scooped up the little furry creature, and held him tight, still pretty shaken up. She'd have to call someone once she got to the landline.

"I'm okey uncle…" she said shakily as she hugged the rabbit for comfort. The horned-rabbit rubbed his fuzzy nose on her cheek, "That's good, sweetheart," he smiled, "Now let's get you back home so I can enjoy that whiskey!"

Fun little fact about Jackalobes, if you give them whiskey, they'll love you forever.