On a familiar jogging trail in the densely wooded area near historic Blakeley Park, Pilar Brighton slices through the shafts of early morning light. Like a frightened gazelle in flight, her eyes are glazed with terror as she dashes for her very life. Four men are behind her now, dressed in dark sweats and ski masks. They are closing fast, determined to drive her to Willnook Springs, a commune headed by Leo Croker, an ex-convict and self-ordained priest.