My Name Across An Empty Field

My brother keeps asking me to explain what happened out at the ranch outside Cheyenne last week and I still can't fully do it justice. Fixing a fence alone at dusk, I heard my name called clearly across the field with no one anywhere near me, a voice that felt like it knew me completely, close enough that I turned around expecting to see someone standing there. Nobody was. I finished the fence faster than I've ever finished anything, carrying the strange comfort that whatever called my name wasn't a threat, only a presence making sure I knew I'd been seen. I haven't been back out there after dark since.