Half right

Something was prowling his property. Ben simply knew that by experience; he could feel it in his bones, the way the animals reacted. The thought alone was enough to make him step out into the chilly night air, rake in hand, ready to defend what was his. And in a way, that was true. A trespasser was indeed present on his forest farm, but nothing close to what his mind could conjure up. Not even close.
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