If I had to guess, I’d say the dent in the earth was made by an ancient meteor strike. The terrain for the past several miles had been perfectly flat, then for the past few hundred yards we had made a gentle climb to reach the lip. Spread out below us was a perfect circle, pressed fifty feet into the ground as if a giant had come along and stuck his finger into the dirt. In the middle were two tall windmills, their towers raising the blades high enough to catch the wind that seemed to be constantly blowing across the prairie. Between them sat a large, circular tank full of water. It reminded me of an above ground swimming pool, no more than four feet deep. Both windmills were turning in the stiff breeze and I could see a disturbance on the surface of the tank as more water was pumped in. In several places around the perimeter of the depression there were well-defined trails leading down from the prairie. These had to have been worn into the ground by the heavy hooves of the cattle that came to drink. There weren’t any cows in sight, but there were three horses tied to a leg of one of the windmills. Two men stood in the shade of a willow tree that grew close to the far edge of the tank. The tree was massive with lush, green branches, almost certainly well watered by overflow from the stock tank and well fertilized by the animals that frequented the location.
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