Kane wondered, exactly, if anyone was out there. Maybe there was, though he couldn't sense them nor see them. He stopped suddenly and listened. The sounds of night engulfed him. Hooting from birds, and he thought, crickets, possibly. Were there crickets in the Vast Plains? The prairie grass rose up to his elbow joint. Someone should cut the grass here, he thought as he began to meander through the Vast Plains, completely oblivious to the creature that followed him.
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