From the dark forest into the moonlit fields I run, huffing and sweating. He is close; I hear him right behind me.

My foot jams, and I fall, spotting the pumpkin too late, and he is on me in an instant. His stank breath fills my nostrils as we struggle, his teeth inches from my face, spittle in my eyes.

"Daddy, don't!"

She pulls him off, and I jump up before he pulls free of her grasp.

I run for my life.

"You little bastard!" echoes in the still night.

Banging the farmer's daughter is a risky proposition.