Chapter 5: Clint HillyHilly had a plastic pack of traveling baby wipes in one of his pockets, which he carried around with him on these ‘field excursions.’ After a quick clean-up with the wet wipes and burying them in the meadow approximately two feet away from the flattened blanket, Dean said, “It’s creepy what’s happening over at Rockenmoff farm.”
The lovers stood shoulder to shoulder at the corner of the blanket and stared along the purple horizon. A strong wind blew against their faces and the night filled with heat. It was the hottest May darkness he had ever experienced. Whatever the purple light was, it didn’t feel safe to be around. It was harmful. Both young men agreed that the strange occurrence felt ominous and world-ending—something wicked.
Dean said, “It’s a UFO. My dad says
