Chapter Three
Derren McTrewern’s farm took a lot longer to get to than planned. After they headed out onto the open plains, the sun beat down on them like a physical force, and soon they were all sweating buckets. Had they been dogs, their tongues would have been lolling out the sides of their mouths. Hardly anyone spoke for some time.
Although the landscape was mostly grasslands, there were a lot of animals in sight. Obsidian did a great job of creating a veritable menagerie of wildlife, with birds flying overhead in circles, great Vs of geese navigating across the land, and a selection of cow- and dog-like creatures stalking on the peripheries of their vision.
Only once did they have a combat encounter with a pack of plains hounds, and even then they were easily dispatched, their meat
