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The closer he got to the light, the bigger and brighter it beca out to dihtest stars As near as he could tell, it was co from the area of that old windht, Cat had said so to build a house out here But that still didn’t solve the puzzle of the light

Less than a mile fro terrain still blocked his view, but he began to pick up the low rumble of machinery

Following a fold in the plains, he worked his way around to approach the site froht reaching out to deepen the shadows around hi cautious, Culley pulled his horse up behind a low rise and dis On silent feet, he moved toward the rise

“Well, well, well,” a faht “If it ain’t Culley O’Rourke himself”

Culley froze on the spot With a fractional turn of his head, he swept his gaze over the shadows, searching for the owner of that voice he couldn’t quite place There was a whisper of ainst a leather boot Culley zeroed in on the sound just as a figure separated itself frolow from the other side of the rise touched the face of an old man The features weren’t quite the sarin It could only belong to one man—Buck Haskell

Even after identifying him, Culley didn’t venture a reply He remained motionless, fully alert and fully aware of the rifle casually cradled in Buck’s arm

“You know you’re trespassin’, Culley,” Buck remarked idly and strolled into the open

“What’re ya’ gonna do about it?” Culley watched him with care

“I guess it depends on whether you came to make mischief or not”

“I saw the glow”

Nodding, Buck glanced toward the light “It’s kinda hard to miss”

“You can see it for miles” Culley didn’t take his eyes off Buck “What’s makin’ it?”

“Giant floodlights,” Buck replied easily “Come on We’ll take a look”

Veering to the side, Buck started up the low rise Culley let Buck take the lead then followed, keeping a little distance to one side of him

Culley didn’t bother to clih to have an unobstructed view of the other side A half-dozen huge floodlights,poles, surrounded a work site The blinding brilliance of theht Culley stared at the men and machinery in constant but unhurried ht sounds, the racket of revving engines and droning generators was loud to his ears, even at this distance