barrier, staring for a few seconds with squinted eyes, examining the house and then the open area between the barn and other buildings.
He returns to his job unconcerned, dismissing the boys claim: It’s just your imagination. The place is empty. Why would the farmer leave his sheep out to get wet like this if he was home?
Dylan: I don’t know, maybe it wasn’t the farmer! Maybe it’s more of the sick people!
Andrew: Don’t be silly.
Dylan: You never know. It might be… What’s wrong with them anyway?
Andrew looks at him for a moment before returning back to the last of the branches: I’m not sure.