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The sounds of the helicopter blades slicing through the air were unmistakable, causing the girl to shade her eyes as she looked up trying to locate it. The day was partly cloudy giving the copter some cover. Pearl had been half way to the windmill, checking the new born calves and their mammas when she stopped. It wasn’t a foreign sound, but it was pretty rare out here in the boonies.
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As she wondered whether it was a med-copter, the little red car crept along the road on the south edge of the pasture. That too was odd. It reminded her that she’d seen it yesterday down on the mile line. Focused on the heifer who was busy learning how to mother her first calf, she’d forgotten that she was going to get the binoculars and check out what was going on. It was no no-one she knew and the mail carrier’s car, although red, was much smaller. This one was some kind of little Subaru or something similar.
And now, as the car slowed and stopped a quarter mile north of the spot where she was standing, she cursed herself for walking out the door without her little pistol.
