“What is that noise?” “It’s cows, Lieutenant. Or steers. I think there’s a difference, but I’m not going to ask. There are . . . members of the cow/steer/cattle family in the trailer Carmichael opted to park next to. I really don’t think they like it in there.” “You should get away from there, in case they get out.” “I’m thinking that.” Glancing over his shoulder, he walked a few paces away. “You’ve been off-planet, right, LT?” “Yeah.” “I haven’t, but I think this is something like it.
