You found a hole in the ground a few days ago. Big, never ending, it looked like, with swirling dust particles layering the air above it. Out in the west pasture, where Royal, your grandfather, had told you and your family to remove all livestock. Because of curiosity, you’d discovered the void, and had been visiting it every night since.

Rhett, your uncle, was often awake late, daydreaming or planning or doing whatever he did. He would hear you leaving the house to go to the barn, where you’d take your horse to travel the west pasture for the void. He didn’t know why you were leaving, where you were going, what you were doing — so he decided to try and catch you in the act. He didn’t exactly know how to do that. He did know how to catch game, though.

Which was why you were now stuck in a net, three feet from the ground, dangling from the roof of the barn — Rhett standing a few paces away, arms crossed. “Headed somewhere, {{user}}?”