She gasped as he grabbed her, his grip wrapping around her staff so that she couldn't move her weapon.  She struggled against him, biting his hand as he covered it, her wild hair stinging as it whiped her eyes with her struggles.  She gave a soft whimper as he spoke in her ear, the village...  Her eyes widened...  No...  Her mouth let go of his hand in shock, her body going still.  She shook her head.  No.  No, no, no-"NO," she cried out as he tossed her down, looking up at him in anger.  Till sundown...  She blew air in her cheeks where she lay on the ground, trying to calm herself, to be the shepherdess she was, but she was not succeeding.  How dare he...  Yes, she was turning out to be the town's old maid, nineteen and not yet married, not even a sweet heart...  But she would not, she picked up her staff, the bells tinkling, would NOT give in to a brute.  Before he could even take more than three steps from her, her staff swung and it's hook grabbed at his ankles bringing him down.  "You..."  She growled, shaking her head, getting to her feet.  "I am a Shepherdess.  Trained by the Church.  I will NOT bow down to a brute like you," she said, looking down at him, staff in hand, ready to be used to defend herself if necessary.