A sudden gust of wind swept across the wilderness, lifting large swathes of sand, stones, and leaves, and also raising a corner of the heavy tarp covering the truck. A cargo escort stepped forward to grab the slightly loose rope, tying the lifted tarp back onto the truck's side, while looking up at the clear, expansive sky.
The sky was as clear as if washed, with nothing visible except for a few sparse clouds.
"Strange wind…" the escort mumbled, perplexed by the inexplicable anxiety that had just gripped him for a moment.
From afar came the loud voice of the transport team leader: "Truck Number Three!"
The escort shook his head, brushing away stories of winter spirits and plain legends from his mind, and replied loudly, "Truck Number Three is ready! Chief!"
"Truck Number Four!" "Truck Number Four is ready!" "Truck Number Five…"
