to cry. At first, I did nothing. Slowly, I put my arms around her and stroked her long, wavy and thick blond hair. I told her everything would be fine and not to worry. She smelled of roses and sunshine, if sunshine had a smell that is.

After calming her, I went to my trailer which was adjacent to hers. I decided tomorrow I would be extra cautious. She was nervous all day, fidgeting and stuttering to the point of not being able to finish at times. I pulled her aside and told her we could stop for the day but she said no, she was fine. Soon after lunch, he came and she was right, he had a gun. Although I didn't see the gun at first, I knew it was there because of her warning. Sidling up behind him, I pointed a finger in his back and told him I had a weapon, to keep walking. The man was frightened enough that he did as I said, I disarmed him and sent him away with the warning that if he ever returned, his gun would be his end.

The day ended and she was overwhelmed with relief and fatigue. Upon arriving at her trailer, she turned and smiled.

"Something else?" I asked with a grin. She nodded, grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I was so taken aback, I did nothing but then, I responded as I had wanted to for so many long months. When she pulled away, I was breathless.

"Was that a vision too?" I asked.

She nodded no,"That's my dream," and the rest they say, is history...or is it the future?

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