The arms were tossing and stretching.
He thought the head faced in his direction.
The wind had died out.
The arms went down and came up and reached.
"Benny—"
The woman seated herself on the step at his side.
"Look!" He mumbled. "Look!"
He pointed his hand at the dim figure shifting restlessly in the quiet, shadow-saturated corn field.
Her eyes followed after his.
"Oh—Benny—"