Lydia Blackfoot had heard the car pulling up from about a mile away at Miller's Pond.  Out here in the country, you could hear every car for miles around, since there was almost no traffic at all unless someone was going into town, so when she went to investigate, she was surprised to see a car parked outside of the old Longhorn place, which had been abandoned for years.  Lydia slowly crept towards the house, using the bushes and trees for cover.  She could practically smell something in the air that you didn't come across every day.<br/><br/>Lydia crouched low to the ground behind a large bush, pressing her palm against her lips, then pressing the same palm against the grass beneath her in an almost ritualistic manner.  She watched in silent vigilance for any change in the behavior of the two veiled women unpacking the car.  She could stay like this for days on end if she needed to, though she really didn't want to since that would mean she couldn't eat anything without risking being found out, and she was already scrawny enough as it was.  Plus, she kind of wanted to get back to her PlanetCraft game, which was on pause back at her house, a few miles down the road.