She braced herself, turned to face him, and found herself the attention of three pairs of eyes. Three men-dirty, scarred, and sneering-stood between her and the alley entrance. Fear lanced through her, but she refused to give it a foothold. She weighed her options. She could run out the other end of the alley, and then cut around to the next alley, but she had no clue how far away that was or if these men would follow her. If the next alley was too far and the men did follow her, she had no idea if she could make it into the next alley and out the other side onto the busy main street before they caught up. If they caught her behind the buildings, she'd be on her own with no way to call for help.
Even if she could yell for help, would anyone hear her from behind the town?
Doubtful.