My Descriptive writing pieces

Abandoned

Matt buttoned up his sheep-skin jacket and glanced at his wrist watch out of habit - still broken. With an audible grunt he looked up a the sky for the sun position. Three hours or so before dark, that was good. Half-blinded he took a step and almost fell over some kid. With a choice swear word he righted himself; six foot of fifty year old bones doesn't do well hitting the dirt. It was some girl, covered in mud and dressed in not much more than a rag. Her face was a perfect picture of misery. He was practically a giant to her and with a face like dried lava he had scared grown men, but she stood rooted to the spot. What could possibly be so bad that she'd take a risk on him for protection? With that flaxen black hair and brown skin she had to be local, she'd never understand a word he said anyway. He swore again. At nightfall the heat of the day would evaporate along with the last sunrays, that shiver of hers would soon be hypothermia, she'd die. The nearest town was miles away...