Bitterroot Valley tragische

Her lead was brief as she felt the male come up on her side. With a grunt, she urged her legs to go faster, her muscles protesting a little now but not enough to make her slow any. She pushed ahead again, but she was unsure how long she would be able to keep this pace. She enjoyed the challenge and the exertion, though, and a grin spread across her face as the pair raced across the valley. She quickly glanced back at her opponent wanting to see how close he was now but careful to keep an eye on the ground in front of her for any kind of tripping hazard. The absolute last thing she needed right now was to trip and make a fool of herself in front of some man she barely knew.