...nice and quiet, nobody I could see. So I should have relaxed, but I couldn't--I suddenly had a strong feeling that I was being watched. It took me a minute, checking corners and dark patches with my eyes and ears, before I realized what it was: one of the park's homeless people, all the way across the road. Whoever it was, they were just standing there, not making any move toward me.

I let myself ease up. He or she was no threat to me, because there was no way I was visible, not from there.

The moon was all the way up now. In the buffalo paddock, there would be gophers, popping their heads out--it was their time of night. There was a gap in the fence, too small to let most things in or out, but I can make myself lean and long when I want to, and I could get through easily enough. I wouldn't do it during the day, not when the buffalo were out and grazing, but this was night, and night is my time.

No one was ever going to feed me again,. Anything I ate, I had to learn how to catch; otherwise, I was going to starve.