Canyon Smashing

I looked up as I heard the crunch of tires on the loose rock. A rusted little chevy pulled past my truck, to park on the far edge of the parking lot. Away from the trailhead. I frowned, as a young woman stepped out, dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail. It was a bit late in the day for hikers to start on this particular trail. The sun would be behind the mountains in another thirty minutes or so, and the hike itself would take at least two hours.
I leaned on the steering wheel of my truck, watching as she pulled out not one, or two, but four pumpkins from the trunk. Awkwardly carrying them one on the ground by a picnic table. Obviously heavy, but with how she handled them, she'd done this before.
I frowned. This just kept getting weirder. Halloween had been a couple of weeks ago. There was no party going on here. So why in the world would this woman be by herself with four pumpkins?
The thought that she was about to perform a cult ritual crossed my mind, as she set them up in a circle.
She then pulled out a bat from her trunk and stood in the middle of them. She went perfectly still for two seconds. Then shrieked, like a pterodactyl and swung the bat. Smashing into the first pumpkin sending guts and seeds flying in all directions.
My eyebrows rose so high they probably disappeared under my hairline. What in the world!?!
Shrieking continuously. She spun hitting each pumpkin time and time again. Smashing them into a mushy mess that resembled more slime than pumpkin.
I got out of my truck, cautiously approaching her. No need for me to get hit with the bat. "That's one way to take out your anger." I remarked. She spun to face me. Bat held up in a batter's swing. She was basically orange from head to toe. "What did the pumpkins ever do to you?"
She frowned. "Nothing." She turned away, smashing another pumpkin peace. "I'll clean it up. Go away."
"Sure you don't need help?"
"I got it."
I shook my head. "Maybe talking out your problems to a stranger would help?"
"No." She didn't even look at me.
I raised my hands slowly. "Alright....well....if you need me, I'll be over in my truck...you know on the other side of the parking lot."
"I won't need you." She said tersely. "Bye."

-Inspiration from a talk in Church. The speaker's friend deals with anger by taking pumpkins up the canyon and smashing them.